A Letter to My Brother

December 10, 2008 My brother Jamil, Words are hard to describe my feelings. Yet writing down how much I miss you, seems to give me more tranquility. I am writing to let go, to give it a place. The pain will never heal, but writing will teach me how to give it time and space. I can write about how much I care, how much I would give to have you back in my life. But all of this won't change a thing, that's what I am learning with time. I am writing to tell you how much I became a stronger person, more able to understand, more able to listen and to care. The hurt through your loss made me a wiser person, a more patient one too. There is no love like the love for a brother. There's no love like the love from a brother. A brother is a friend given by Nature. Brothers and sisters should be as close as eyes and ears. Brothers are the people who practice and who teach about fairness and cooperation and kindness and caring. To a younger brother, you were the guide to help traverse the complicated path of growing up. A group of your friends, all of them work in the field of journalism, were discussing your sad and sudden loss. They differed on the adjective which describes you best, a true friend, kind, caring, compassionate, big hearted, open handed, generous, benevolent. At the end they all agreed on "HE WAS A GENTLEMAN". My brother, to me you were someone to lean on, someone to count on. We shared childhood memories and grown-up dreams. We were together from the dawn of our childhood to the inevitable dusk of your loss. We knew each other well. We knew each other's hearts. We shared private family jokes. We remembered family feuds and secrets, family grief and joy. We lived outside the touch of time. You are my big brother. No one can take your place. When you left, you created this big empty space. I am going to miss you tremendously. Life will not be the same any more, especially at Holiday Beach Resort.

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