Jason Hazley’s piece of his sister’s death (When my sister died, it was not just the memories of her childhood that disappeared. It also did to me, February 24I brought me back to a mysterious memory of a snow hill on the large wooden sneezer that my father made.
The real loss is that I cannot ask my big brother. He knew any Hill was, and the road we took, whether they led there in blue or beige Morris, whether I was wearing the red wool coat that was previously. I also have missing images in my album of memories.
Dr. Wendi Tag
Oakfield, East Sussex
My brother died six years ago, but every day I still miss memories “not one but two childhood” that died with him. I discovered that there is a large hole in our language.
When your parents die, you are an orphan. When your wife dies, you are a widow/e. Your identity changes as much as your sister or sister dies, but there is no word that knows you as a brother now alone.
Judith Aybis
London
