A Farewell Wrapped in Love: Rest in Peace, My Little Brother


Ever wanted a loved one to rest in peace?
Yes, it’s tough... painfully tough.
These moments, I wish no one ever has to go through.
But I did. I lived through it.

My brother... my dear little brother. I remember every moment spent with you. Those precious, mischievous days that now live on only in my memories.

I remember the day you threw your shoes into that well, all because I came home early from school. I remember laughing at your innocent defiance. And that day in nursery, when you got your pants wet, and I tried to cover you up with my little skirt while we walked home. I was your big sister, your protector, your friend.

We were partners in every prank, every innocent adventure. Like that day, we waited eagerly for a chocolate while sitting at Uncle's shop, our eyes glued to the road as Mom was out buying daily chores. We had each other, and that was enough.

But life, in its cruel twist, had other plans.
I still remember that day... the day I returned home after my board exam, feeling triumphant, only to be met with despair. You had lost your sight—robbed by that dreaded cancer.
You longed to see me, to talk to me... but you couldn’t do either. And my heart shattered.

How I wished I could give you my sight, my voice... anything just to see you smile again.
I loved you—so much, too much. And yet, I couldn’t bear to see you lying there, fighting a battle you didn’t deserve.

I wished for you to rest. I wished for your pain to end, even if it meant letting you go.
Rest in peace, my dear, dear brother.
Your laughter, your mischief, your love... they live on within me.

Even in your absence, you are here, a part of me—forever.

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