Be patient and gentle for we are delicate. We are hurting more than you can imagine. Our tongue is sharper than before, sharpened by the pain that consumes us. Our voice is louder than before to over power the cries that ring in our ears.
You might feel neglected or left out but please don’t think it’s personal. We feel dazed and confused and strive to live the life we had before. We will never be the same, please understand.
For every brother we lose, we lose a piece of ourself. We become weaker and vulnerable. This does not mean we will fail, but means we must fight harder to defend against the demons that try to penetrate us.
We will eventually talk and when we do please listen. Nothing more, nothing less. Sometimes we might talk a little, sometimes we might talk a lot. You will not understand what we are saying and please don’t try to, just listen and let us wipe our tears.
We would never want you to feel the pain we embrace. We wouldn’t wish it on our worst enemy. If I wake you in the night, don’t be afraid. I’m fighting a battle and will do anything to keep you safe.
I will always love you, remember this. If you can handle me then I will die for you!
© Tim Foster – 2015