So utterly alone. So completely connected.

January 22, 2016

The day after my brother died, I started writing everything pertaining to him and his death in a blank book. Much of what I recorded is practical information ranging from insurance agent emails to funeral director phone numbers. The rest is a jumble of things I want to remember, such as names of Frank’s friends and titles of books people have recommended.  Within this jumble is a list of people I know who have lost a sibling.  I found myself compelled to generate this list – and to maintain it, because it is growing as time goes on.

 

My loss has connected me to the people on this list instantly and intensely. Although some are people whose losses I was aware of before June of 2014, and a few have lost a sibling since that time, the majority revealed their experiences to me following my brother’s death.  Their communications served as a sort of “new member initiation” for me into this club that I can’t imagine anyone would choose to join.  

 

People who have been through a life-altering loss often find themselves seeking others who “get” them, usually people who’ve suffered a similar loss themselves.  My brother’s death smacked me down with a force that I had not previously known was possible.  Stumbling around in the landscape of grief, I wanted to find compatriots, people nearby who could help me find my way, people from whom I could accept the phrase “I know what you mean” because of what they had been through.  Those people are on that list and in my life, and they have supported me from a place of raw experience, walking with me on parts of my random path all over the landscape.

 

Sometimes, though, I’ve had a burning question that demanded I talk to someone who matched up with me in a particular way. If I wanted advice on how to help my nephew and nieces, I wouldn’t consult someone who lost a sibling as a child. If I was trying to process my feelings about the drunk driver who killed my brother, I might not call a friend who lost a sibling to cancer. At times like these I have found myself trying to narrow down to people who have the most in common with my unique, individual, once-in-a-lifetime set of circumstances.  I journey inward through concentric circles with the goal of arriving at the smallest subset, a tiny tribe where everything I say or do is shared and understood.

 

First I think of people who have grieved a tough loss.  Then of people who had lost a family member. Then people who had lost a sibling.  But there is still a wide variety of experience there, which means I have to narrow down further to sets of people who…

 

Lost an adult sibling.

 

Lost an adult brother.

 

Lost an adult brother who was the only sibling.

 

Lost an adult brother who was the only sibling, and he had a spouse and children.

 

Lost an adult brother who was the only sibling, and he had a spouse and children, and our parents are still living.

 

And on and on until I get down to the final tiny circle:

 

Lost an adult brother who was my younger and only sibling, with parents still living, and we got along well, and we worked in the same industry, and he lived far away, and he had a spouse and children, and his death was sudden, and he was killed on impact in a car accident, and the accident was the fault of the other driver, and the other driver was driving on the wrong side of the road, severely impaired with both alcohol and drugs in his system.

 

(Inspiration for the circles is from the excellent "ring theory" article found here.)

 

The thing is, when I really adhere to every specific requirement for initiation into the tiny club I’ve joined, it ends up that I am the only member.  I am terribly, utterly alone.  There is no one who shares every detail of my experience.  Even if I had another sibling, I imagine that sibling and I would have a different experience of the loss of our brother. 

 

What do you do, then, when you get your exclusive club all set up and you find yourself alone at the meeting?  Well, I found that I had to turn back away from the center.  I had to crawl step by step into the progressively bigger circles, stopping at each circle to see if I could get what I needed. That journey back reminded me that I was a member of every club that I passed through on the way in, connecting me again with progressively more and more compatriots, each supporting me from whatever mutual understanding we had.  

 

I know people who have lost a sibling, some who have lost a brother, a few a younger brother.  I know people who have lost their only sibling.  I know people who have lost a loved one in a car accident.  I know people who have lost siblings they were close to, adult siblings, siblings who had families.  But everyone’s experience differs from mine in some way.  Some lost a parent or a child, not a sibling, in a car accident.  Some lost a sibling from a slow and agonizing battle with cancer.  Some lost a sibling suddenly, as I did, but to homicide or suicide. Some lost siblings they weren’t that close to, or who didn’t have families, or who were children or teenagers when they died. But we all can meet somewhere in the circles and connect, on some level.

 

Sometimes I do still feel utterly alone. And sometimes I really need to talk to those few people whose experience most closely resembles mine. But I know how many levels of connection wait for me to discover whenever I need them. And if I move far enough through the circles, through people who have lost a loved one and even to the outer circle encompassing everyone who is having a human experience of life, I find that I am completely connected. 

 

 

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