Today (13th July 2010) would have been my brothers 25th birthday. Tomorrow will mark six years to the day that I woke up to find out that he had died.
I have never been religious. Before my brother died, I honestly believed that when you died, that was it. I thought of life almost like a light switch. It was either on or off. You were either alive or dead.
However, since his death, my opinions have changed, and it is all because of strange little things that have happened in the last six years.
Firstly, I'd borrowed a pair of jeans off him a week before he died. I wore them once, had them washed then hung them in my wardrobe. After he died, I spent a week looking for them. They weren't in my wardrobe, or my drawers, or the washing, or anywhere in his room. Then I looked at his old leather jacket, it had beenn hanging on the back of his bedroom door, untouched, since well before his death. For some reasone that I can't explain, I was drawn towards the jacket. I open it up, and, inside I find the jeans I had been looking for.
Secondly, We had his wake at the family home. He had a CD player that we decided to use to play background music during the evening. We had moved house only 3 months earlier, he hadn't even unpacked his CD player. It was a 3-disk multi-changer. We unpacked it especially for the wake. Inside we found 3 CD's. The single of 'Changes' by 2pac, the single of 'One' by U2, and the album that the 2pac had come from. These were the songs that had been played only hours earlier at his funeral.
Thirdly, despite my lack of beliefs, my mother has always been a Spiritualist. For my brothers funeral, we didn't let anyone give flowers, instead, we asked them to donate money to charity, the NSPCC. (we ended up raising over £1000) Everynight , before she went to sleep, my mother would light a candle for my brother. The candle would normally only burn for an hour or two. One night, she lit a candle and went to sleep, as usual. She wokeup to find her TV on, and the candle still burning, 4 hours after going to sleep. She sat upright in bed, and said "Lee, if you're there, give me a sign" within a minute, the candle went out, and an advert fot the NSPCC came on the TV.
I still don't believe in Heaven or Hell, God or the Devil, anything like that.
But I do believe that no-one is ever truely gone. Sharing the memories of a lost one keeps the memories, and in a way, the person, alive. But something else stays here as well. The deceased have their own ways of letting us know that they are not gone.
RIP TO THOSE LOVED AND LOST. OUR MEMORIES WILL KEEP YOU ALIVE. WATCH OVER US, KEEP US SAFE, AND SAVE US A PLACE IN HEAVEN