Losing A Sibling
A couple of months ago, I was asked by Cary to share any memories of Kristine I may have. What could I say? I was shocked to say the least. It was the moment that I actually learnt about Kris’ illness and death. Death. What an ugly word. Uglier when we hear that someone we actually know is no longer with us. Someone who left us so young.
I remember Kris very well. Her energy. Her love of backpacks. She always seemed to have earphones on blasting Red Hot Chilli Peppers, Nirvana or Guns and Roses. Kris also had a strong bond to the Kellers, she was absolutely devoted to them.
All of you know Cary and I were in the same year together, we share many memories of school dances, exams, hanging out during breaks and each other’s houses. You know what else we share? The pain of losing a sibling.
I still fail to understand the how’s and why’s. I just trust that God knows best. We accept what’s happened and life goes on. We will never forget my brother Mohammed or Kristen. We love them dearly and will tell our children about their uncle and aunt. How awesome they were and how much we miss them every day.