It's been over a month since I wrote -- first due to a crashed hard drive, and then the holidays, and then... life. Or should I say, death.
I sit down to write with the heaviest of hearts. My oldest brother, Mark, who had been diagnosed with a slow-growing but malignant skin cancer back in July of last year, took a turn for the worse over the past couple weeks due to an untreatable infection. I went down to see him, just a couple days too late. He could no longer truly communicate. I like to believe he could still hear me when I told him that we were all thinking of him and loved him... He died just an hour after I left.
I know things like this happen every day. I know that there are those who suffer much greater and more difficult losses. I know this is something I can deal with.
I just don't know what to do with myself. I am in territory that I find totally surreal and unfamiliar. Now I am referring to the guy I whipped up the dance floor with, the brother who let me stay up late when he babysat, the man who had the heartiest of laughs -- now I am calling him a "body," and soon "remains" after he is cremated tomorrow.
From here on out, this time will be referred to "after Mark died."
And there is the struggle with being angry at him for not taking care of himself. He had a nursing degree, for crying out loud. He had a similar lesion removed from the other side of his face. Why didn't he get the treatment he needed in time?!
Of course, the answer to that is a complicated one. My brother had many troubles in his lifetime, and unfortunately it culminated in this premature path to death. It is so hard to wrap my head around how anyone could not do their damndest to stay in this beautiful world...
But of course, my family and I must push past all that. We need to forget anything bad and just remember the good. We must now turn to helping his daughter and his three grandsons make their way without him.
One thing I do know, I will not ever commemorate the day of his death. My brother was born on July 3rd. When my family would go to see the fireworks in downtown Chicago on that date every year, Mark would always say how nice it was for the city to throw him such a wonderful birthday celebration.
So from now on, as I watch the fireworks each year, I will remember my big brother and what a fiery force he was...
My brother Mark and 5 of my children, in November 2000. It was the last time I really saw him...











