I wish I could say that the worst day of my life was the day
I lost my brother, but it’s not. Don’t mistake me, it was fucking brutal and I
still have no idea how I made it through that night still breathing. Until that
point it certainly was the worst day of my life, but, sadly, it still comes in
second. My worst came a few days later. And it came in the form of a dream.
You know those dreams that have you in a panic? The ones
that you flipped your car, owe $500K to the mob, or are completely alone at
work and have to do everyone’s job? Then just when you can’t take any more you
wake up. Now you’re completely relieved that it was a dream, oh silly you, just
a stupid dream. I want you to really think about it. Remember the relief that
floods over you once you come back to consciousness, back to reality. The deep
breath, the heavy burden lifted, even a slight smile. It’s such a relief, it’s
not real and it’s over.
Now imagine the complete opposite. This was the worst moment
of my life.
I had a dream. I was at the hospital with my whole family,
for my brother. We were all in his hospital room, & everyone was crying. He
was dead, he had been for a long time. While everyone was talking & crying
on each other's shoulder, I was sitting next to John's bed, just watching him.
He was pale (even more so than normal) & his lips were bright red, dry,
& chapped. I was thinking "That must hurt.. He's hurting... He needs
water..." & he turned his head, opened his eyes, smiled weakly, &
asked if I could get him some ice chips. Everyone stopped, they watched him
talk to me as if this was a good thing, but not surprising (hey, dreams are
weird) I ran out in the hall looking for ice chips. The hallway was dark, &
I was having a hard time. And while I was searching frantically, afraid that if
I didn't get back in time, he'd be gone again, it dawned on me that there was a
chance John was going to make it, he wasn't DEAD, he was sick, but now it
looked like he was getting better! This incredible, overwhelming elation of
hope filled every inch of me. I started asking nurses & random ppl in the
hall if there was in fact a good chance my brother was going to be ok &
they'd smile politely & say something like "It's a very good possibility"
I finally found the ice chips & went back to the room. As I opened the door
a flood of sunshine came in the room from the window opposite the door. My
family turned to look @ me, including my brother, who was again... smiling.....
I smiled back at him, my heart full of love, gratitude, and hope. My brother was alive. We were going to be ok, and I still had the chance to show him how much he meant to me. How much he was loved and appreciated. He was still here.
That’s when I woke up. There was no sunshine, it was dark...
but I still had the sensation of hope & joy, & I hazily thought
"He’s okay!! He’ll be just fine! If I could just get to him..." then
like a crashing wave I remembered that the ashes of John's body were in a box.
There was no chance of him ever coming back. It was too late.
Every ounce of me deflated every whisper of hope left my
soul at that moment. I felt like I was being crushed and I couldn't breathe. I’m
not sure if that’s the moment it truly ‘became real’ or what, but all I know is
it was the most horrific feeling in the world. To this day when I think of that
moment, and how my insides were screaming yet my body was frozen, I cry. I’m
crying now as I type this.
Losing someone you love is one of those pains you will never
get over. I will always miss him. It will always hurt that I couldn't save him.
It will always be my biggest regret in this life.
Please, if you even think someone might be reaching the end
of their rope, or you have fleeting thoughts of taking your life, get help.
Please. No matter how alone or unimportant you may think you are, there are
those around you who will be devastated if they lose you. I promise.
1-800-273-TALK (8255) National Suicide Prevention Lifeline
They are here to help, never to judge.