What Death Can't Take Away - Jennifer Green

It’s been three years now since my younger brother passed away.
Some days it feels like just that, other days it feels like three minutes . . . but the worst days are when my mind has almost forgotten he’s not alive and then something happens jolting me into remembering, forcing me to relive the pain of loss.

I’ll never be over his death but time does have a way of transitioning the grief.

My brother is with me every moment, not in the way I would prefer of course, but I’ve learned that I need to accept and honor any version of him I can have.

He’s in the color crystal blue, like his eyes
In the soulful, jazzy sounds of a trumpet
In every sarcastic, humorous comment I make
And in the voice of Christopher Walken (he did a spot on impersonation)

He’s in the water and the sand of the beaches
In the seagulls that fly and float overhead
In the dirt where we spent hours as kids playing cars
And in the roar of a motorcycle

He’s in songs I hear
And in his favorite color red
He’s in the eyes of my sons
And the sweet, gentle spirit of my daughter

He’s in every moment I think of him
Every tear I cry and every smile
He is with me always and that is something death can never take away.