It is not death that a man should fear, but rather never beginning to live”.
Way to start, 2020! On the 10th, one day before Mom’s birthday, I get a LinkedIn notice from a woman in France, working for a life insurance company, asking me about my brother, listing how he was my Mom’s son & when she died. My first thought was he’d finally gotten word she passed & wanted in on her life insurance policy, if any (none). I replied I was related, that Patrick was my brother & wanted to know what happened (had to wait ’til Monday to know more, as the business was, of course, closed). First thing Monday: “Ma’am, Patrick died last year & I’m looking for his relatives“. That’s it. No “Sorry for your loss”, no “Sorry to give you this news”, nothing, just a cold bucket to the face.
Patrick & I never met. He stayed in France when Mom and Dad moved to Latin America. I found him about 20 years ago, had a couple of conversations w/him and poof, we lost touch again. Still, I knew him to be my brother & though I can’t say I’ll grieve him as one does a sibling one grows up with, it’s still is kicking my ass a little bit. And I don’t understand that.
Rest in peace, mon grand, and may you and Mom meet again after all the years apart. In a way, I envy you.