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	<title>Comments on: Nights Alone</title>
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	<description>A Place to Talk About Adult Sibling Loss and Grief</description>
	<pubDate>Mon, 06 Feb 2012 18:40:02 +0000</pubDate>
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		<title>By: Heather</title>
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		<dc:creator>Heather</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Wed, 11 Jan 2012 22:56:12 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>I lost my 17 yr old brother 12 yrs ago. I buried my grief for so long in order to be strong for those around me. In a way it prevented me from dealing with the loss. I became very distant and alone. I daily remember the loss but can usually manage my emotions. It is the unexpected moments in time that the grief overwhelms me and I think back. Try to surround yourself with positive people. It is the only way I could have made it and of course"Jesus". Still I have my moments, but I know he would tell me to stop crying and live life, do all that he no longer can and do it with everything in me. So I get up again and I do it. I breathe, I live, I carry on the loads for both of us. I kiss my mother and father, I buy the yellow roses for mom on holidays and I smile at Christmas, Thanksgiving, Birthdays, 4th of July and any other day that is special for the fam. Only I dont smile on February 7th anymore, instead I go to my moms house and wait. I pass the day with my parents to make sure thay are ok and I walk to his grave. I promise him one thing every year, that I will do everything I should and all that he cant anymore for the both of us. Then I think of what he would say if he could come back. Would he warn me to stay on the right track? I know he would. I have made some pretty stupid mistakes that he might kick me in the butt for, now that kind of makes me smile, and in a weird way, I know he's smiling back:)</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>I lost my 17 yr old brother 12 yrs ago. I buried my grief for so long in order to be strong for those around me. In a way it prevented me from dealing with the loss. I became very distant and alone. I daily remember the loss but can usually manage my emotions. It is the unexpected moments in time that the grief overwhelms me and I think back. Try to surround yourself with positive people. It is the only way I could have made it and of course&#8221;Jesus&#8221;. Still I have my moments, but I know he would tell me to stop crying and live life, do all that he no longer can and do it with everything in me. So I get up again and I do it. I breathe, I live, I carry on the loads for both of us. I kiss my mother and father, I buy the yellow roses for mom on holidays and I smile at Christmas, Thanksgiving, Birthdays, 4th of July and any other day that is special for the fam. Only I dont smile on February 7th anymore, instead I go to my moms house and wait. I pass the day with my parents to make sure thay are ok and I walk to his grave. I promise him one thing every year, that I will do everything I should and all that he cant anymore for the both of us. Then I think of what he would say if he could come back. Would he warn me to stay on the right track? I know he would. I have made some pretty stupid mistakes that he might kick me in the butt for, now that kind of makes me smile, and in a weird way, I know he&#8217;s smiling back:)</p>
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		<title>By: Nicole</title>
		<link>http://siblinggrief.com/nights-alone/comment-page-1/#comment-2088</link>
		<dc:creator>Nicole</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Fri, 30 Apr 2010 19:28:03 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>Ginger my brother who was 35 died suddenly from a pulmonary embelism that was misdiagnosed as pneumonia. He died on April 1st 2010. My brother and I were 13 months apart. I listen to music when I can't sleep, and sometimes cry and rock myself to sleep. My brother and I were also close but had a strained relationship due to family dysfuntion. My mother is mentally ill and she had a very distructive force on the family. It helps to type out feelings, I'm not sure why? I understand about the 3am. I often wake up at that time and 12:00 also. My brother died around 11:00 which would have been 12:00 my time. Are you able to talk with your brother? That is what I do. I start out as a prayer and then talk to him. Sometimes I just talk to him without a prayer. I also am getting therapy too. I cannot relate to your pain because everyone's heartache is different, but please know that I wrote this to possibly help you know that I care and wake up also at night.</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>Ginger my brother who was 35 died suddenly from a pulmonary embelism that was misdiagnosed as pneumonia. He died on April 1st 2010. My brother and I were 13 months apart. I listen to music when I can&#8217;t sleep, and sometimes cry and rock myself to sleep. My brother and I were also close but had a strained relationship due to family dysfuntion. My mother is mentally ill and she had a very distructive force on the family. It helps to type out feelings, I&#8217;m not sure why? I understand about the 3am. I often wake up at that time and 12:00 also. My brother died around 11:00 which would have been 12:00 my time. Are you able to talk with your brother? That is what I do. I start out as a prayer and then talk to him. Sometimes I just talk to him without a prayer. I also am getting therapy too. I cannot relate to your pain because everyone&#8217;s heartache is different, but please know that I wrote this to possibly help you know that I care and wake up also at night.</p>
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		<title>By: Ginger</title>
		<link>http://siblinggrief.com/nights-alone/comment-page-1/#comment-2080</link>
		<dc:creator>Ginger</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Tue, 16 Mar 2010 19:59:50 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>I am so sorry for your loss. I just lost my brother last month to an aortic aneurism in his heart. He was only 35. We are a year apart. and he was my best friend. i miss him so much. the nights are the hardest for me as well. i wake up every night around 3 am and cant get back to sleep.</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>I am so sorry for your loss. I just lost my brother last month to an aortic aneurism in his heart. He was only 35. We are a year apart. and he was my best friend. i miss him so much. the nights are the hardest for me as well. i wake up every night around 3 am and cant get back to sleep.</p>
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		<title>By: Emily</title>
		<link>http://siblinggrief.com/nights-alone/comment-page-1/#comment-1992</link>
		<dc:creator>Emily</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Mon, 17 Aug 2009 00:17:51 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>So sorry about your loss. I lost my brother several years ago. I think you're doing the right thing by blogging about it. I wish I had done it sooner. Just go the nerve to do it actually. I wrote a blog post about the power of social media in the time of grieving. Bet you can relate. http://www.emilykostic.com/archives/753</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>So sorry about your loss. I lost my brother several years ago. I think you&#8217;re doing the right thing by blogging about it. I wish I had done it sooner. Just go the nerve to do it actually. I wrote a blog post about the power of social media in the time of grieving. Bet you can relate. <a href="http://www.emilykostic.com/archives/753" rel="nofollow">http://www.emilykostic.com/archives/753</a></p>
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