When I was at my worst I was really hard on two of my brothers. Jacob is one year younger then me and we never really got along. Jack is almost three years younger then me and he and I had some serious on again off again moments complete with physical fights.
Ages ago, in order to get over his own pain and anger about my mistreatment toward him, and my people using… he sort of buried me. Well, actually he cremated me and kept an urn on his mantle. To him I was dead and couldn’t hurt him anymore.
For him, there was no longer an older brother named James. It was how he got out of the negative cycle and began to heal. For years he had very little to do with me. I was now just a distant friend of the family’s who just happened to look like his brother. I hated that… but there was nothing I could do but apologize.
But four years ago, for the sake of our sister, he’s been around more and we’ve been slowly talking more. This last two years we’ve been getting along pretty well. Last few months, he’s come over just to say hi and have lunch and he’s introduced me as his brother again. I’ve had a chance to see my nieces and nephews. He just dropped by and gave me the urn. He doesn’t see me as dead anymore. It’s too odd now to have the urn and explain it to his kid as well.
I’m back among the living.