"Losing a sibling is weird. You never know how to properly grieve.
You expect to lose everyone in your lifetime. Your grandparents, parents, animals. But never your siblings. You expect your siblings to be the ones helping you during the hard times. They were your childhood best friends, why wouldn’t they be growing old with you?
Losing a sibling is such a weird concept when you sit down and think about it. They were your whole childhood. A huge piece of you. And until you lose your sibling, you don’t realize how few memories you have growing up without them there. Because they were always there. Whether you wanted them to be or not.
Losing a sibling is hard because you have all of these photos of them from when y’all were kids and you have to choke down the realization that there won’t be anymore of you guys. You won’t be able to take photos with each other as you grow older.
All the big moments in your life will just be that. Big moments in your life that you can’t share with your sibling.
Losing a sibling is like losing a huge part of yourself. You feel like you’re losing your identity, all while trying to embrace pieces of yourself that reminds you of them. It’s a lingering pain that just doesn’t seem to get any better with time.
The grief of losing a sibling does not get better with time. You just learn to live with it, however that may look for you.
Each loss in life is different. Different and difficult. And while no loss is bigger than another, losing a sibling is definitely different than the other losses I’ve endured. I just always thought they’d be there. Losing them wasn’t something I could of ever prepared myself for.
Sibling grief is often overlooked.. the forgotten grievers…
I miss my sibling. I’m not me anymore without them. It’s hard to carry on everyday missing them.
Love your siblings today please, because you never know who spent the night crying missing theirs.
Look for signs sent to you from them. Look for the one funny cloud on a pretty sunny day. Look for butterflies and cardinals. Listen to the songs from the birds. Embrace the rain on your skin and the snow. Your sibling IS there with you. And they do send you signs, whether you’re able to recognize them or not. It’s okay to grieve however you choose, however long it takes. Do not listen to others who are confused that you’re grieving longer than they think is appropriate. Because really…. After losing a sibling, we’ll be grieving the rest of our lives."
GRIEVING CREATIVELY
Monday, August 25, 2025
"I WANT MY SIBLING BACK" FACEBOOK POST
Tuesday, October 1, 2024
LOOKING FOR JENNIFER AND FINDING VAELA
I wanted to find Jennifer's energy, so I stopped in at her church. (before and after the service.... I don't do church services anymore... but I go occasionaly to connect with the people). It was a strange feeling being in that place and not seeing her there... (It's been almost fifteen months).
I hung around for the potluck after and visited with my friend Susi. It was then that a five year old girl by the name of Vaela came to our table and came right up to me. I'd never met Vaela before. Right away I was amazed. She was interested in me. She was amazed at my freckles. I think that was the first connection we shared. I told her she was beautiful... and her freckles were part of that beauty.
In the fifteen minutes that she spent at the table visiting with us, I didn't see her parents. Others told me that Vaela is like that with everyone. She was not afraid of this stranger in her midst. She just stayed. She wanted to know if I played games on my Iphone. So I showed her one game that I played. It was strange. I'd never had that kind of connection with anyone that young, that interested, that removed from my life before.
I had gone to that church that day to be with my sister's energy. That is how I described it. So in those fifteen minutes, I wondered if Jennifer was in that moment with us. Maybe she would have regretted not making the effort in her own time to connect with me and be interested in me. But in that space where she spent so much of her time... there was this little girl. I left that day feeling like I had connected with something that filled my heart up. Maybe it was my sister, or maybe it was just a little girl who hadn't been exposed to fear yet. But it was a beautiful thing!
Yesterday, I wanted to process what had happened on Sunday, so I wrote this poem.
Vaela Who are you Who am I to you Why has fear not embraced you yet How can you feel so free What in you embraces me, a stranger Are you different than the rest Even a dog has to sniff me first But you You were free At five, you are free You even asked me a question You were interested in me You were amazed at me You spent time with me You didn’t run off and play I am old to you Where were your parents Did they trust you to be free I never met them It was only you We were in your church But even in church people aren’t free I can’t explain you I have never experienced anyone like you I made a friend and it wasn’t because of me Will I ever see you again Will you always be so free I feel for the day that you will embrace fear Like the rest of us It’s bound to happen It happens to everyone eventually We lose trust We get cautious We ask no questions We don’t want to know But until that day Glow in your freedom Remember the day The day you embraced a stranger who needed love
Monday, September 23, 2024
LETTERS TO MY MISSING CLASSMATES
Dear Shannon:
Hello. I just found out yesterday that you died two years ago from cancer. I was on the phone with Melanie getting updates yesterday and when I asked about you, I could hear the heart ache in her voice. She misses you and your loss was hard on her. I liked how she described you. "She was a tender soul."
It's been forty-two years since my family moved from Flatrock to Alberta. I remember seeing you once at the bus stop in Fort St. John in those years. It must have been the weekend that my family had U-hauls out at the farm and were loading up some more stuff to haul to the farm in Alberta. I was living in Calgary at the time. I flew up to FSJ to connect with Dad, Mom and Jennifer to help load the U-hauls, and then I took the bus from FSJ back home.
I told Melanie that I don't remember saying goodbye to many people before we left in 1982, but I hope I called you and said good-bye. You were the one person who I called my "best friend" for eight years. I don't know what that meant for you, but every girl longs for a best friend, and I didn't have many close friends that I felt I could label them with that moniker. You have to understand, I was an insecure child with poor self-esteem. If I did have friends, I didn't believe that they were there for me. Maybe it was your "tender soul" that drew me to want you for a best friend.
My Mom remembers you, because of one night. I had invited you to our farm for an overnight, and it didn't end well. You got homesick and Mom and Dad had to drive you back home to Clayhurst. I can't remember how I felt that night. Maybe I had hoped I was enough for a night to make you feel welcome and loved. Maybe I wasn't enough that night, and maybe I wasn't enough for the rest of the years. Maybe you were more of a dream for me than the "best friend" I wanted or could have been for you.
We didn't keep in contact after I left. I left Flatrock in shame because of one word on my report card... "Failed". I tell people that I took Grade eight twice because I liked it so much, but truth be told, it was a shameful experience for me. Maybe it felt better for me at that time to leave you all behind. It took years to understand that maybe there was more too it than just my lack of interest in school. My older sister Jennifer had a lot to do with the story. I can't fault her or my parents now, but how things went down in our family explains a lot of the story. My smarter, more athletic and musical sister shone so bright that I didn't know where I fit in. But her presence kept pushing me along in a system that wasn't tailored for my needs. When she was sent to boarding school in Saskatchewan, I was alone. I didn't have my motivation to push me along. Grade Seven was hard and Grade Eight was harder.
It's hard to know now how I would have fared if I had someone who believed in me, but the school system wasn't set up for that. We were marched into a classroom and asked to assimilate to the program. Our Grade One teacher, Mrs Dickson, had a job to do, and it wasn't to babysit our emotions. I came along after my super sister, and all she could see was what I could be if I was just "more like my sister". She didn't have training in birth order and didn't understand that the second one isn't the first one.
Looking back, I can understand, maybe explain, but more important, forgive those people that maybe didn't know better. Maybe that is all I get to do now is forgive. Forgive my parents, forgive my sister, forgive my first grade teacher, forgive the program, forgive, forgive, forgive... and move along life's highway. Now I get to learn, enjoy life, reconnect with people and enjoy them all over again. How precious is that. I just had hoped I could have one more moment with you to let you know how special you were to me back then. Even if you couldn't stay the night.
One last wish for you, my friend...
May the stars where you came from embrace your energy once again. May your family and friends remember you with fondness. May you continue to live on in their memories. May our time together on this planet be a blessing to me and may I feel like I am a better person for having you in my life, if only for a short time during childhood.
Rest Easy, dear friend.
Ruby
Shannon plays and sings with her family.
"A piece of my heart is now a star in the sky". Author Unknown
Saturday, July 13, 2024
GRIEVING FOR JOE
Why am I sad? He wasn't family. He wasn't a friend. I never met him in person. He never knew me... but I heard him sing and now I grieve.
Joe Bonsall of the Oakridge Boys passed away from ALS on July 9, 2024 at the age of 76.
I was first introduced to a love of the Oakridge Boys music because of an album that was in my parents LP collection. "Fancy Free" came out in 1981. It was the year before we left B.C. I don't know when my parents acquired the album, but there is a hand written price of $2.00 on it, so I am guessing that Dad picked it up at a thrift store. Mom doesn't remember the details about the acquisition.
I downloaded the album into my iTunes this week and the songs are still in my head. I can sing along to every one of them. I must have worn that album out back in the day. I had a crush on Richard Sterban, but who didn't. He was that good looking bass singer for the Oaks.
In the last few years, the Oaks music came back to me and I enjoyed watching them on Youtube. What amazed me this time was the energy that Joe Bonsall brought to the performances. His vibrancy and passion is attractive... and more so than my girlhood crush on the bass singer. Joe was the life of that group.
I think my sadness comes more from the hole in the group, than the loss of the man. I went through a similar loss feeling when I found out that Carlos from Il Divo died during Covid. I wasn't too attached to Carlos as a person, but the hole he left in his foursome was massive.
I will end this post by sharing some of my Oakridge Boyz favourite music videos.
And my favourite Oaks Album of all time is the one that I listened to over and over again as a teenager. The words to the songs still rest in my memory
And a remembering of the Oaks wouldn't be complete without some gospel, for that was their roots and the music they are most connected to. Some how, even now... I think their vocals shine the best when they are singing gospel music.
Remembering Joe Bonsall (Time has made a change in me, I love to tell the story)
"I want to sing just a little love song
I want to sing to you for a little while
Back up and toe the line for you
I want to be your all in all"
Lyrics of "Love Song" sung by Joe Bonsall of the Oakridge boys