I think the older ones get it the worst from parents cause it’s their first child and they are experimenting, but on the plus side you get power over your younger siblings, to torment as you please.
You don’t understand, I was. I’m no longer an older sister. My little brother died. And the words that I was an older sister haunt me day in and day out. In my mind I know I couldn’t have done anything to save him, but it feels like I could have saved him. They sing through my mind, just taunting me. I can’t handle it anymore. I miss him so much, but I can’t do anything about it.
He was a baby. I didn’t even know he existed until I was 15. But the love I feel for him is unreal, and the amount that I miss him is unreal. And people say I can’t love or miss him, I didn’t even know about him until I was 15 and I was only 2 when he died. But I do. And my older siblings protect me from everything that might get me hurt. I know that there was nothing I could do, but it doesn’t feel like that. It didn’t feel like that when I found out, and it doesn’t feel like that now, years later.
I didn’t know I had a little brother until 13 years after he died. But I love him more than I’ve ever loved anyone else. And it doesn’t make any sense, but it’s true.
All Comments
I was a younger brother, whats your point?
I think the older ones get it the worst from parents cause it’s their first child and they are experimenting, but on the plus side you get power over your younger siblings, to torment as you please.
You don’t understand, I was. I’m no longer an older sister. My little brother died. And the words that I was an older sister haunt me day in and day out. In my mind I know I couldn’t have done anything to save him, but it feels like I could have saved him. They sing through my mind, just taunting me. I can’t handle it anymore. I miss him so much, but I can’t do anything about it.
whatever choices he made before his death was of his choosing, not yours, their was no way to save him.
He was a baby. I didn’t even know he existed until I was 15. But the love I feel for him is unreal, and the amount that I miss him is unreal. And people say I can’t love or miss him, I didn’t even know about him until I was 15 and I was only 2 when he died. But I do. And my older siblings protect me from everything that might get me hurt. I know that there was nothing I could do, but it doesn’t feel like that. It didn’t feel like that when I found out, and it doesn’t feel like that now, years later.
I didn’t know I had a little brother until 13 years after he died. But I love him more than I’ve ever loved anyone else. And it doesn’t make any sense, but it’s true.
oh sorry for your loss, keep your chin up!