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Losing My Brother

Losing My Brother

The death of my brother caused my little world to come crashing down.


I was only six years old when it happened, but I remember it like it was yesterday.

It was early one summer's morning. Daddy came into our bedroom without a sound and sat down at the edge of my bed. He didn't look like Daddy at all. He looked so small and scrunched up, like a crumpled piece of paper.

For a long time my two older sisters and I sat there in our pyjamas, nervously looking at each other and waiting in silence for him to speak.

Finally, in a strange strangled whisper, he told us that my brother, my sweet little Sam, had died last night in his sleep

The sounds of screaming filled the room. But I...I just froze. I didn't cry. I couldn't cry. No! A voice screamed inside my head. Sam! Sam! You wouldn't leave me! You wouldn't!

Above the cries I could hear Daddy telling us that Sam had gone to a better place where he wasn't sick anymore; he was happy there. But I refused to believe him. Sam was happy here with me! He loved me and I loved him. I knew it was all a horrible dream. I would wake up soon and run straight to Sam. I would see him lying in his bed and I would hold his hand and kiss his cheeks and love him forever.

Even though Sam was only four, almost two years younger than me, and even though he had a disease called Tay Sachs and couldn't speak or laugh or play, he was my very best friend in the whole world.

Every day while he lay in bed I would sit with him for hours, stroking his soft cheeks and singing him songs. Daddy said he was like my little dolly. But he was so much more than that -- he was my everything.

He was part of me and I was part of him. It couldn't be that Sam had left me all alone and I would never see him again.

It was hard for me to breathe. I was so scared that this terrible dream was not a dream after all.

But I could hear Daddy's voice saying over and over inside my head. "Sam's gone. Sam's gone." The words became louder and louder and my heart began to beat faster and faster and there was nowhere to hide and it was hard for me to breathe and I was so scared that this terrible dream was not a dream after all.

I looked up at Daddy. How I wished he would tell me that this was all some big mistake. But when he looked back at me I saw one small tear escape from the corner of his eye, like wax from a candle dripping slowly down his face, and I knew it was true. That cruel word "death" had come and taken my brother away.

I fell onto my bed and cried. I felt all the happiness and laughter inside of me sort away, and a black, ugly feeling crept in. It spread itself over every part of me, it sank into my bones and it crawled inside my heart. And I thought I would never be happy again.

"All for the best"?

After a short while lots of people that I had never seen before started coming into the house. One by one they came in with their heads held low. I wanted to speak to Mommy. To ask her what was going on. Who were all these strange guests? Why was everyone talking so quietly? It was all so confusing, so frightening. All I wanted was my Mommy to hold me, to look after me, to tell me what was happening, but now she was surrounded by strangers and seemed to be somewhere far, far away.

A large woman came over to me, grabbed me by the hand and made me sit next to her. "Poor little thing," she said, patting my leg. "You're brother was very sick," she told me, as if I didn't know. "Things will be much better now that your Mommy won't have to look after him anymore. It's all for the best. But your Mommy's very sad right now. Can you understand that?" she asked as if I were a little baby.

I stared back at her, unable to speak.

"Try not to bother her right now. Maybe you can go and find some toys to play with," she said patting my leg again before she got up and walked away.

I wanted to scream at the top of my lungs to that woman: Just because I'm a child doesn't mean I don't have any feelings of my own! Don't you dare tell me that this is for the best! This is the worst thing that could ever happen in the entire world! My brother may have been sick but I loved him with all of my heart!

Nobody noticed me, crushed into thousands of pieces in the corner. Then suddenly I was told that it was time for me to go to school.

But nobody heard me. Nobody noticed me, alone and crushed into thousands of pieces in the corner.

And then, all of a sudden, I was told that it was time for me to go to school. I was buckled up in the back of a neighbour's car and in silence we drove to school.

I stood outside the cold, green gates, watching the children play for some time before I finally forced myself to enter them. I wanted to run away, I was so scared, so sad, so lonely, but there was nowhere to run and no one to run to. I made my way inside, feeling lost and alone.

With every step I took, another little head turned in my direction; the staring, the pointing, the giggling, I saw it all and I made myself carry on. By the time I found my friends my face felt like it was on fire and my chest was beating so loudly it was as if someone was playing the drums on my heart.

At first nobody spoke to me, they only stared. But I was glad. I didn't want to talk to anyone. Then a girl from my class started walking towards me. Don't speak to me. Please don't say anything! I prayed.

But it seemed that my prayers weren't being answered that day. "The teacher told us that your brother died!" she announced for everyone to hear. "Is it true?"

No one said a word. They only stared at me as if I was some sort of alien and desperately waited to hear my answer. And right then I knew that I would never let any of them see me cry. And I never did.


In a short time the death of my brother became old news; my friends quickly moved on and soon forgot I ever had a brother.

But I did not forget.

I thought about Sam every day, I missed him so much. Many times, I would come home from school, run straight into my mommy's arms and burst into inconsolable tears. She would hold me close, stroke my hair and tell me that she loved me. She was always there for me. But still, the terrible pain inside of me never left me. My heart felt like one big bruise inside of me that ached and would never go away.

Without Sam I wasn't whole. A part of me was missing.

Night after night I pressed my face into my pillow so that nobody would hear me and I cried. I called out to God with all my might, again and again. I really thought if I begged hard enough He would bring Sam back to me.

And then I would whisper up to Sam, "I miss you. I love you. Do you miss me? I want you to come home. I'm all alone without you. Please come back."

And only once I was too tired to cry anymore would I finally fall asleep.

For seven long, lonely years I begged, I hoped, I waited. But He never did bring him back to me.

The years passed and eventually all I had left were some faded memories and a broken heart.

Imprisoned in a world of my own silence, my heart seemed to be barricaded behind locked doors.

After years imprisoned in a world of my own silence, my heart now seemed to be barricaded behind locked doors. My throat clogged up and my tongue stuck to my palate every time I tried to speak about my past.

High, invisible walls erected themselves around my aching heart, and though I had many friends, I was unable to express any of my deepest thoughts or feelings with them. I could not let anyone get truly close no matter how hard I tried.

Luscious gardens with beautiful roses encircled the wall, giving the illusion of a happy, cheerful girl, always smiling. But on the inside, I was crying.

It was not until I met my husband that I was finally able to become my true self. He saw the wall behind the roses, and brick by brick, he helped me to pull it down. And for the first time in my life I was able to open up. And after much persistent effort on his part, and much crying on my part, bit by bit I was at long last able to share a part of my soul with the other half of my soul. He listened, he cared, he cried, and he helped me to see that even though my brother was no longer here with me, he will always be a part of me.

He was always there

A year later I gave birth to our first child. It was a baby boy. He was the most beautiful boy, with his soft cheeks and blue eyes. We named him in the memory of my brother.

And now I look back on those years with increased wisdom. For so many years I cried to God. I put all my hope in Him. But then, as time passed and I grew older, I saw that God was never going to bring my brother back, so I stopped asking. I stopped speaking to God altogether. It seemed that He had abandoned me and so I abandoned Him in return.

It was my very calling out to God that kept me from falling apart.

It was 12 years later when I started to rebuild my connection with God. It was then that I realised that the foundations of my relationship with Him were in fact formed during those painful years. The whole time I had felt so alone in the world, but I was wrong. God was always with me. He was my hope. My life line. It was my very calling out to Him that kept me from falling apart. Because now I see that He was always there, holding me in His loving arms and kissing away my endless tears as I cried myself to sleep.

Though I may never know why this had to happen it does not mean I have to turn my back on God. I may not understand His ways but there is one thing I do know; God loves me, He loves my brother, He loves us all.

It only seemed like He deserted me when I give up on Him.

He didn't answer my prayers the way I wanted, but He never left my side. He never did abandon me. He stroked my cheeks, He held my hand and He caught my tears. He was my comfort. I poured my heart out to Him. I held onto Him and He held on to me. He never let go, and as long as I keep on holding on, He never will.

Written in the memory of my brother, Aryeh Leib

October 25, 2009

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Visitor Comments: 47

(46) Janice, January 31, 2016 3:54 AM

Permission for my daughter to use as oratory piece

Our condolences for your tragic loss. My husband also lost his son/my stepson (8yrs old). My 11 yr. daughter said your piece touched her and she would like to use it as her declamation piece. Did you ever read this to an audience? If so, would you permit my daughter to use as her speech?

(45) Anonymous, March 18, 2013 5:43 PM

Love sometimes comes with high price

I am helping my elderly father now that his health is bad. I lost my 19 year old son 6 years ago. Helping my elderly dad is a very emotional thing for me, for he is having to face the realities that he may not be here for a lot longer. He is angry and bitter and sometimes lashes out at me for trivial things. He brings up little stupid things I did when I was young like he is trying to punish me. I only help him because I love him and there is nobody else close by to help. He does not understand the pain I am in, and I only want to assist him with things he can no longer do. I cover my pain over my son at all times, as the pain cannot bring him back. This dying business is not for wimps.

(44) Reuven Lewis, February 28, 2013 7:13 PM

Dear Danielle and fellow strugglers Today is Februray 28, 2013, 32 years after my beautiful 2 year old son Noam died after a valiant 6 month battle with cancer. Danielle, I want you and all those you touch with your amazingly open vulnerability that the incredible challenge that HaShem has given us is to transform tragedy into something meaningful in our lives and the lives of those who resonate with our pain. My loss set has set me on a 30 year life trajectory to deeply be with and gradually help others through their valley of tears to a new atunement with HaShem and less fearfull connection with other in their pain. I would like to offer anyone who is currently struggling with an uncontainable loss a chance to talk with brother in loss and an experienced Torah based psychotherapist (for free). My email address is I have worked with people all over the world, though I live in Jerusalem. Danielle, I cried my way through your haunting sharing and have learned to deeply value those precious tears. My blessing to you is to keep writing your book, loving your husband and son, and reaching through your shyness to risk creating new bonds of love.

(43) Anonymous, February 17, 2013 8:27 PM

this story needs a follow up

It was a very moving story, and I see, that from the letters that people wrote, that there is alot of suffering out there by people who lost their loved ones. Please have someone write an article on how to deal with this.

(42) Makenzie Knotts, April 18, 2011 6:34 AM

Two weeks ago my exactly one of my brothers died. He was 28 years old. He was born with extra fluid in his brain and often had it drained. He started complaing about the shunt they were using in his head. They ended up replacing it and some how it was infected with Stafe. It spread through out his head and one night while in the hospital (from pneomnia) He pulled out the shunt. We have no idea why. He fell asleep and the stafe and the access fluid in his brain caused serious damage to the part of his brain that gave him the ability to heal and to wake up. So he never woke. He was put on life support. He was taken off it Saturday and he died sunday morning at 9:30. I'm only 15 and I'm having a really hard time coping. I have PTSD and at his service there was an open casket and now I constantly have dreams of him and that. I'm know TERRIFIED to be alone and I now have separation anxiety. When ever my mom or dad or boyfriend or best friend leave a room or leave me I freak out and break out in tears.... I don't know what to do :-/

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