It is heading up to a quarter of a century since my brother decided to exit this world. To the day I leave this world, I will never forget the grief and shock on the day I learnt of his passing. And, 25 years on, I often think of him and what it would have been like if he had survived. I believe the two of us would have formed a superb digital marketing team with our combined talents.
Since Gary died, I have lost both my parents. Mum died seven years ago, and my father will be three years in November 2022. Dad died just before this Covid nonsense, and I'm delighted he escaped the circus.
Note: I have not gone into this much on this post but my brother was molested by a Catholic priest and this was the result of his depression and finally taking his life.
Grief is different for all of us. Gary's death hit me harder than my parents because he was so young, and it was sudden. Gary (Gaz), as we called him, died at the age of 34. During Covid, there were many suicides due to lockdowns and income losses, and for those left behind, it is a hard place to be. Trust me, I know. I also know that time heals. It does.