One month. 30 days. 720 hours. 43,200 minutes. That’s how long it’s been since we said goodbye to our big brother. And every single second of every single minute has been impossible.
This last month I feel like all I’ve been saying is “I’m sorry.” I’m sorry for being scatterbrained. I’m sorry for canceling plans. I’m sorry for being late to dinners, lunches, parties, etc. I’m sorry for spacing out. I’m sorry for my angry outbursts and responses. I’m sorry for not responding to your calls/texts/messages. I’m sorry. I’m sorry. I’m sorry.
But I’m not sorry.
Because it’s hard for me not to be scatterbrained. It’s hard for me to find the energy to come to planned events. It’s hard for me to be on time, when I spend 10 minutes in the parking lot crying and trying to compose myself. It’s hard for me to be present, because being present means letting in all the pain. It’s hard for me to control my anger…when I am angry all the time. It’s hard for me to answer the phone because every time I pick up my phone, I’m reminded of him in some way.
11 months ago I got to witness a beautiful love story move into an exciting new chapter. My heart grew 10 sizes and broke the tape measure (like in the film The Grinch Who Stole Christmas). I got to stand behind someone who has always, always, stood behind me as he extended his hand and invited another person into his close knit world. And I saw my own world transform and grow bigger.
And then 1 month ago the ground beneath us fell through. I didn’t comprehend what I was hearing. When you were lost I searched my heart and mind for hope, and when we found you I became lost myself. We occupy our time for the time being. We’ve comforted others with empty words we didn’t believe ourselves. We laughed thinking about what you thought of all this. We cried because we couldn’t ask. We watched as droves of people came and hung their heads low as they walked past you. We weaved in and out of cognizance as we hugged family, friends, and strangers alike. When all was said and done we thought we felt peace. But it was actually just absence. Absence of thought. Absence of emotion. Absence of you. We keep replaying every aspect of that entire week. Not because we choose to, but because it’s impossible to think about anything else. At some times i’m angry. Sometimes i’m sad. Sometimes I’m confused. But I’m always jealous.
For most people, they got to say goodbye in one weekend. Mourn the loss of an incredible human being in one weekend. For most people, they woke up that Tuesday morning and went back to work. The world moved on (more or less). And that’s the way it normally goes. But for us, we woke up Tuesday morning struggling to breathe. To think. To just be. And every day since then has been just as painful.
It doesn’t matter to us that a month has passed. Because each day is a new struggle. Each day we fight to go back to normal. But the truth is, there is no more normal. Every event, celebration, story, and memory has someone missing. There is a void that can never be filled. And that void is devastating. It’s heartbreaking. So no matter how exhausting it is, we still smile and crack jokes. We focus on menial tasks, on completing assignments, checking things off a to-do list, tending to logistics. We pretend we’re okay. Because we don’t want to make other people feel uncomfortable. Because we don’t want to bring down the mood at the dinner table. Because it’s all we can do at this point.
So I’m not sorry.
I miss my big brother. I miss his light. His goodness. His smile and infectious laughter. His sound advice. His nonsense jokes. His random facts. His “I miss you guys” and “One-handed bandits for life.” I miss him so much it physically hurts
So I’m not sorry.
I’m not sorry we’re still grieving. I’m not sorry that we’re still not okay. I’m not sorry that I offended you for ignoring your messages, for being late, for not communicating all my feelings better.
I’ve thought for countless hours about all that has happened this last month. I’ve written pages and pages of my rambling thoughts. I’ve been strong. I’ve been weak. I’ve been angry. But I keep coming back to one constant emotion: jealousy.
Jealous of how much you loved us. Jealous of how many people loved you. Jealous of those who are done grieving. Jealous of your well lived life. Jealous of your impact. But most of all we’re jealous that you’re home now and none of us will ever be the same. Ever again.
We lost our brother 30 days ago. And it still hurts, every second of every minute. So I’m sorry, but I’m not sorry.
Sumith Jacob Alex was called to his eternal home on June 6th, 2018. He died tragically trying to save another man’s life, but he lives victoriously in Christ. We grieve not having had more time with him, but we rejoice in knowing we WILL see him again. He leaves behind a multitude of family and friends who will carry on his legacy by sharing his story and living how he did: fully, genuine, and selfless.
He will wipe every tear from their eyes. There will be no more death’ or mourning or crying or pain, for the old order of things has passed away.” Revelation 21:4