Yesterday, my hair looked great, my makeup was on, I knew what I wanted to share, and I recorded two different topics. The first and most important topic was about why I decided to focus on sibling grief for my coaching career. I told different stories about my brothers that made me feel so happy and connected with them. It turned out great and I had lots of material to share and I felt happy that I could bring them to life once again. I think about my brothers everyday and I miss them so much. I felt like the video really showed how much they continue to be pillars in my life. I even shared about my autoimmune diseases and why it’s so hard not having them here. Surgeries, tests, recovery, results, it’s all so much and they always gave me confidence and comfort. Today feels heavy and I thought this was more important to share than the polished video I prepared.
Tag: #siblings
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Not Another Milestone Kicking Up the Grief
My partner, Doug, and I decided that it was time! Well, he really has been eager for a while and I’ve been pushing it off a little more. But “we” decided to start looking for a home to purchase.
Yes, it’s exciting to think of owning your own home, especially now that it seems out of reach for so many people. He has been sending me different homes for over a year now. It started with condos downtown since we currently live downtown Austin, and he loves the walkability of it. Then I came in and smacked the reality into his sweet brain because, ummm sir, those things cost way too much and their HOAs are so expensive on their own. So, I told him we really need to focus on details of the home itself and not just the amenities that come with it. That’s when things really started to get real.
Doug became open to looking at houses or condos a little farther out. He started sending me so many houses daily, and then wanted to go to open houses to just check them out. I am still a licensed real estate agent (been in real estate for 10 years now) but I didn’t want to look at homes outside of open houses since we weren’t prepared to move for 7+ months at the time. So I was just going with the flow until about 3 weeks ago! We went to an open house that ended up being a new build community, which is a new development neighborhood. New developments are where they build homes as they sell to people who pick one of the floor plans that are available.
So we pulled into this VERY new development which had only 3-4 homes built, and one was the model home that they set up as the on location office. It’s mostly just open plots, lumber everywhere, contractors working on different projects, and the cement pour of a soon-to-be swimming pool. It was so beautiful! I really didn’t think Doug would like it because it’s a bit farther out that I expected him to go. We spent time in the model/office and the other model that they have built. They felt a little too big for us but Doug just seemed smitten with the entire concept of the new community. He started asking me some questions and saying things like, “Oh, I’d be so close to work and we really aren’t that far for anything we’d want!” We still went to a few more open houses that day and he said something that just hit me, “Nothing seems to even compare to that new home that we saw. It’s like, they just don’t give me that excited feeling.”
About three weeks ago is when we first saw the new build. We both made compromises on things we both really wanted, which I believe is what made us realize this was the location and house we wanted. We decided to check with a lender to see what we could qualify for and if it would cover the floorplan we really liked and we did! I kept asking Doug, “Are you sure?”, “Are you positive you are good with not having a-b-c?”, to which he said, yes. That’s when we decided to go back and check it out again, check the location and surrounding area, and ask them questions. I was definitely second guessing everything because of my grief and he was excited and ready to go!
After that is when my brain started going wild! I thought about my dad, Bubba, and how he wouldn’t be here to check the drywall. He was a professional drywaller his entire life. He started at age 9, and I actually have his first putty knife that he was given as a child and still used up until just a couple months before he passed. He also taught me how to drywall and I would go on jobs with him. I didn’t do any of the hanging itself because I was 12 or 13 the first time he took me on a job. BUT, I could tape them off and keep up with the best of them! I loved going on jobs and just working with my hands like that. He even joked that I was better than some of the guys he hired to do full jobs with him and that I should quit school and do it full time with him! Of course that would never happen, but I could help when I could!
Well, a couple days later is when we decided to tell them, “Yes, we would like to build our home in this community.” So we are now under contract with them and we are hoping it will be built and ready to move in before our lease is up in late July. Anyone in real estate, or who has bought or sold, knows there’s so much that can happen between the time you sign the contract and the day that you close. So we are going through the motions and process one day at a time. Doug has already made a list of things we need to do a week before closing! haha
Here I am, fighting back tears and fears. Grief hits in so many different ways. I never know when something will trigger my grief and send me down a path of tears, pain and frustration. I feel the pain of missing out. Missing out on having Bubba be so proud of me, and seeing me continue to push forward and even have amazing days filled with success and joy. And the frustration of not having him here with me to experience the gift of homeownership. He never owned a home besides a trailer and he never had a brand new vehicle in his life. The milestones he didn’t get to experience himself, he always celebrated even more when I reached them. It’s so hard to not have him here celebrating this one especially.
The same goes for my brothers. My brothers really missed out on a lot in life. We lost them way too soon and way before they were able to really start achieving the goals they had for themselves. They really had some wonderful goals that I wish we could have experienced with them. So, now that I’m in the phase of buying a house, I feel heartbroken for them. I want them here with me as Doug and I transition from renters to owners, because I never thought I’d get to this place in life. They always had more faith in my abilities than I had. So when I start second guessing myself, I do two things. First, I ask myself if I would say these things to my best friend. If I wouldn’t, then I refuse to say them to myself. Second, I think, what would Josh or Adam tell me right now? My brothers would never discourage me or even question if I could do anything. So then I change my thinking because that’s the least I can do for them now.
Celebrating my loved ones looks so different than I ever expected. Celebrating them now is to achieve my goals. Celebrating them is thriving to be better each day. Celebrating them is sharing my story of grief and pain as I speak about them and how they would support me in my everyday life and in my milestones. Even when happy milestones seem to have an achy soreness to them.
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Unexpected Milestones
The first year after a loss is filled with so many firsts. The dread of celebrating anything without them is daunting. The weeks leading up to those days are agonizing and seem to go by so slowly yet speed by without you realizing. You feel a new and perplexing grief that fills your world in a way that’s indescribable.
The grief you carry changes and morphs many times over. Some days it’s bearable and you remember to laugh and feel alive. Other days you feel as if you’re stuck in quicksand, the harder you fight, the more suffocating it feels. Each day is unpredictable and that’s what makes grief unmanageable at times. All you want to do is scream and fight, run and hide, just not be you.
The worst part of it all is that life goes on without them. YOUR life goes on without them and that seems impossible. How can you keep living when they aren’t? You start reaching these milestones in life. You start new careers, get promotions, start new relationships with people they will never get to know, and you think about marriage and babies. These are all milestones that are expected but still so hard to accept. Life keeps on as if nothing has changed even when you’ve changed into a new person, again and again.
Then you have unexpected milestones. I’m a baby sister. That’s one of my identifying factors and something I’ve always been very proud of. Today is the last day that I will be younger than my big brother Adam. I don’t want to close my eyes to sleep because this is a terrifying moment in my life. How can this be possible? How can tomorrow come and expect my world to not crumble all around me? How can my lungs be expected to accept the task of breathing without hyperventilating? It’s times like these when I can’t recognize if this is my reality.
So tomorrow will come either way. If I lay awake until my alarm goes off or I fall into a stupor, half-dreaming, half-awake. And my heart will be broken once again, in a new, unknown way. I will cry until my face hurts and my eyes swell. Hopefully, I will also laugh and remember I’m alive. But I don’t know how grief will show up on this unexpected milestone, my birthday.
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The Holidays After Loss
This is for those who have lost loved ones and for those who want to help support someone who has lost a loved one. I wish I could have told those around me before what I needed during this time of year but I was too deep into my grief to do much of anything. I hope this helps someone just a little.
I want you to know, truly know, that whatever you’re feeling right now is okay. If you’re excited about the holidays, that’s okay! If you’re angry and full of rage, that’s okay. If you are numb and have no idea what you’re feeling, that’s okay, too. It’s okay to be and feel whatever it is at this very moment. And it’s okay if those feelings change in an instant. The rollercoaster of life and grief can spin us in motion without us even realizing what’s happening or where we are going. The only true advice I can give for that is to allow yourself to experience those feelings but to let them go as quickly as they come. Holding on too tightly to our emotions is when we become stuck and I’ve been stuck before and it’s excruciating. Let those feelings move through you like a breeze on your cheek, experiencing it without touching it.
This part is for the supporters. Thank you for being there when many times those grieving are left alone because others are unsure what to do. The best course of action is to physically be there just to hold space. Sometimes we don’t know what we want but what we need is to not be detached. Grieving during the holidays can be arduous and lonely. By letting that person know you want to be near may be what gives them the courage to allow themselves to feel hopeful.
Another aspect that many people seem to shy away from, which can be most damaging, is pretending like the ones lost never existed. People don’t want to say their names because they don’t want to upset those grieving but hearing other’s speak their names give their life even more value. Sharing stories of those who are gone breathes life back into their memory and keeps their spirit strong in the hearts who are left behind. Ask them to share their favorite stories with you and ask why it’s their favorite. People live on through our memories because we love them and because we share who they were and who they are to us in those anecdotes. Those are what keep them closest to our hearts.
Life is tough. Feelings are exhausting. But the love we get to share with those near to us is why we are in this wildly, unapologetic world. And even with the constant soreness I feel from losing my two big brothers and Dad, I want to talk about them. I want to make people laugh by telling them all the stupid things they would do during the holidays!
(Bubba, Joshy and Allfaye, we miss you so much. Make sure Momo isn’t getting into too much trouble. I love you more than ever. Lots of XOXO)
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The Month of June
The month of June holds layers of love and grief toppled throughout each moment. As each day passes, I have new memories scattered in my brain that I wish were happening. I imagine that they are still here celebrating these times with us all. The “they” I speak of are my dazzling brothers who I painstakingly miss every moment of my life.
Yes, June is Pride month and we have so much to celebrate. At times it hard to imagine Adam is not here to be apart of it. When we lost my brother Adam, everyone lost. The world and the LGBTQIA+ lost a great eccentric, loving and magnificent man.
Being gay in small towns of Pennsylvania and Ohio was no easy feat and notably this was in the late 80s and early 90s. A beautiful queer boy wearing leopard print bikini underwear while doing his little sister’s makeup in a trailer in the middle of nowhere Pennsylvania. How could you not admire and look up to him? He was amazing.
Adam ended up doing some of the most fierce drag I’ve ever seen! Nikki Monte was a fabulous dancer, entertainer and loved by so many, especially in Buffalo, NY. He won many a crowns and had a standing act at a bar/club called Buddies (I believe that’s the one but I cannot remember). He was never afraid to be who he was and I admire that oh so much. He had a presents about him that made you feel light and airy. I miss how he made me feel. I miss our talks and reminiscing about the stupid things we did. Or how I’m still terrified of people curling my hair because of how many times he burnt me!
June is also the home of my brother Josh’s birthday. It’s memories like these that feel like a kick to the chest, just knocks the wind out of you. You know it’s coming, you see it barreling straight for you but there’s no jumping out of it’s way. This year I took the hit and decided to completely feel it. I went through every photo I own. I laughed, cried and felt sorry for myself, my nieces, my parents, and all the people who miss them dearly.
June holds so much in it. It’s a time to embrace all the shitty things that come with growth. To know that the people of the world can be cruel but that they can also overcome. June is about remembering where we’ve come from and how much farther we still have to go. It’s about never giving up on ourselves and standing for those who can’t. June for me represents strength, pain, light, anger, grief, sibling empowerment, and growth.
So until next June, I will continue to work to advocate for those who need me. For those little boys in leopard print undies just wanting to do makeup and for those who struggle with self love. You are worthy of your own love first and the respect of the world.
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Adam, My Brother
“My brother died so leave me alone!” The first time I said those words I was in fourth grade. A group of us were jumping on Jamis’ trampoline and a couple of other boys came up to me and started making fun of me because my brother was gay.
“Your brother is a fucking fag! He sucks dick and puts stuff up his butt!” they yelled at me from the side walk.
I didn’t know what to do. I was embarrassed for both of us. I already knew that he liked boys because, as his baby sis, I just knew him. Before he ran away to Florida as soon as he turned 18 we were together ALL the time. He was my best friend. I just knew who he was fully and completely. But I didn’t know exactly what being gay entailed so the thought of anyone putting “stuff” up their butt seemed horrifying.
I jumped off the trampoline and ran the half block back to my house. We lived in a duplex up the street above a store. I ran up the stairs then I slowly opened the top door and calmly walked in the house. I stood in the hallway and could hear my mother’s voice in the living room trying to explain to someone that everything was fine. “No, seriously, I just clicked over from talking to him. He was just on the other line. Who said he was dead?”
Those boys lived just a block the other direction next to a cousin of mine and ran to tell her about Adam. She picked up the phone immediately and called my mother crying and confused. Why hadn’t anyone told her.
“I have to go. Let me call you back.” my mother told her.
“Abigail Faye, what the hell is going on?” my mother called to me from the living room. As I turned the corner she looked at me and said “Why would you say that Adam died? That is so messed up! What is wrong with you?”
“The West boys were making fun of me because Allfaye’s gay.” I said through tears rolling down my cheeks. “I didn’t know how else to make them leave me alone.” and I ran to my room.
A few minutes later our cousin was there and I was called into the living room. “Little lady, why would you say that Adam died? That’s a terrible thing to say.”
“Tavon and Taft were making fun of me because Allfaye’s gay.” I didn’t have the words to say that I was tired of them always teasing me and hurting my feelings. I didn’t know how to express the anger they filled me with. How I wanted to jump off that trampoline and punch them in the face and kick them while they were on the ground. The rage I felt when I heard their voices overwhelmed my senses.
She looked me straight in the eyes and said something that has stuck with me my entire life. “You should be proud of who your brother is. Don’t ever let someone else make you feel bad about who he is.” and she hugged me. She may have even said more but that’s what I remember the most. “Be proud.”
From that day on I told everyone I knew that my brother was gay if they asked and even if they didn’t. I told them about my gay brother and all the amazing things he did (even though most of them didn’t matter if he was gay or straight). If I was talking to someone who didn’t know my family dynamics then I’d say “my straight brother” or “my gay brother”.
The amount of pride I’ve always held for being the little sister of my two big brothers is powerful. The strength I’ve received from that power has helped me through a lot of turmoil. I’m so thankful Josh and Adam were my big brothers. I love them so.
***Names of people outside of my siblings have been changed to protect their identity
My Daily Ransom 