A week has passed since my brother, Ernst, was found dead, on his boat. On Monday during the autopsy, it was discovered he had had a heart attack. No one knows where the blood on the bed and the floor came from.
His daughter and her husband and child began their car trip south to my brother’s boat. And an exodus of family began to arrive here near his boat and his last home. In all, he had four children from two different marriages. And he was also the grandfather of four grand kids. There are five siblings. Each of us with different relationships and complex feelings.
Two didn’t make it for his memorial Wednesday. They were just too far away to make it on such short notice. We will have to work harder to include them in the grieving. As
it is they are already estranged due to complexities of our mother’s death two years ago. Pain pain pain. Can it ever be rolled under the rug?
My brother, Ernst had been planning a sailing trip on the ocean to the Virgin Islands and was to have left on Friday. He made a voyage of a different kind.
I’m not ready to blog about writing and since some of you know that this blog is also about my life as I maneuver through, at this time this is all I have to offer.
The part of the title of family found is that in the process of family getting together to mourn Ernst and make sense of his life, I have been brought closer to the family he left behind. The short story is that in making sense of Ernst’s life and in trying to celebrate it with a memorial, the whole family found each other and grew closer. I am so grateful for that. In loosing my brother I have found his family.
Are there those of you who have had this same thing occur? Please weigh in through comments.