You’ve just lost a brother.
Perhaps, in the case of Dayna Brons, you’ve lost a sister.
Everyone has been touched by the tragedy involving the Humboldt Broncos. Being from Saskatchewan, I’ve heard story after story about each of the victims — everyone has a connection, everyone is weeping. My partner is from Nipawin, Sask. He trained one of the survivors, Xavier. My sister’s good friend is Dayna’s cousin. She was with her when she got the terrible news. The best friend of our Saskatoon landlords’ son died in the crash.
Saskatchewan just got a whole lot smaller.
Since the bus crash that changed the course of so many lives, I’ve seen much of this:
“I can’t imagine what their family is going through.”
“No parent should ever have to bury their child.”
They are right. You can’t imagine it, unless you a part of this club — a club of people who have had their heart torn out, have had someone they love taken far too soon, are unable to come up for one gasp of air. “The Grief Club,” as coined by author Melody Beattie.
Death is inevitable. We know this. But an early death, a shocking death, an unexpected one — nothing can equip you for this. When someone has their life stolen from them, their promise snuffed out, there are no answers. There are no words.
To the siblings that just lost a brother, I know. My heart hurts for you.
There is no word that can encompass this pain.
My brother was 25 when I got the call that he had died. I collapsed. Physically and emotionally. I laid on floor in my condo and screamed. I thought I would never get up. I was picked up off the ground by some of my closest friends in fetal position.
Confusion, anger, denial, hurt… to this day, I have …read more
Source:: The Huffington Post – Canada Sports