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My dearest, darling little brother

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❤️ Darling Brother M.K.A ❤️

My dearest, darling little brother,

I know, without a doubt, sweet brother, that you are enjoying Heaven and that you are in high spirits over there, yet I still must ask: “How are you?”

You were are the baby of the family and I am the eldest among us three siblings. You left us much too soon. My heart aches. No words can give me comfort, and no one can help drive away the pain.

Sad to say, I simply took it all for granted. I thought that there would be many more days, more weeks, months and years for sibling shenanigans – in fact, even on the day you left us, I was waiting to see your smiling face, when later that evening, on your arrival home, I’d carry out the same daily ritual…..I’d quickly demand the ‘password’ before letting you in. Of course, you knew there was no password and that I’d promptly open the door for you. But that daily drama had to be done.

I dearly miss that. It feels as if a bit of my heart has been taken away.

I vividly remember…… The sun set that evening. I waited for you, bro. I so wanted to see your smiling face. But that was never to be. God had other plans. We must submit to His will. Yet still, I can’t help wondering, why? It hurts enormously.

Why? .. Why? Questions sail on my flowing tears, the mist fogs up my vision. Deeply distressed. Bewildered. Baffled. Yet I realise, I must bow to His will, I must!

You left without even saying “goodbye” … Each morning, after breakfast, you’d leave for office at 8.10am, promptly. That day, within an hour, I received the dreaded phone call. A stranger calling to tell me that you were are no more.

Shocked. Numb. I am dumbstruck. I am stunned, shattered by the effect of the words. I feel as if I’m having a bad dream nightmare, and, in desperation I try to wake up. But, the reality hits me, wickedly, in the face. It is all true. This is real. I walk in my room, aimlessly, waiting for the facts to sink in.

This was a phone call I thought I would never receive, and words I would never hear. Because, somehow, the silly me always thought I’d be the first one to go. After all, I am the eldest – the old one.

Even though you were are our baby, yet you always took care of my problems and, like a true super hero, invariably found solutions to all the difficult happenings in my life. You were there at all times for me. And, yes, even now, you are here beside me. I honestly believe that.

I can sense your presence. I talk to you as if you’re sitting right next to me…..and yes, you surely are. God has been kind. He let us have you for fifty-three years, how blessed we were are! Greatly honoured. It was is a privilege having you belong to our family. Thank You, God, immensely.

I feel enormously blessed because whenever I think of you, I can only remember the happy times. And He graced us with countless! All the laughter, the giggles, innocent guffaws, those secret exchanges of knowing smiles after creating a blooper, and those stifled sniggers, still echo cheerily in my ears. Many a time I catch myself grinning broadly when recalling some of our escapades. God bless.

You’d tell people that: “Whenever my big sister rings me and, in a particular tone of voice, says, ‘Hello, MKA, are you there?’, I know that she’s committed a boo-boo somewhere!”

Haha, that’s so true. For whenever I’d done something catastrophic or bungled up somewhere, you, my darling brother – my knight in shining armour – would come riding on your white horse and rescue me – the dainty, delicate damsel in distress! Sigh. You knew me very well. Sigh. I miss you so.

I am remembering a childhood incident that took place in Yorkshire, England. Mum had taken us three siblings to watch Walt Disney’s ‘The Sword in the Stone.’

It turned out that you, little bro (at the tender age of four and a half, if you please!) were smitten by Queen Guinevere. You wished to be Sir Lancelot, the top knight of King Arthur’s Knights of the Round Table. Oh crikey, and what a dashing knight you turned out to be!

After the film, that day, you spent ages in your room, flapping cardboard, flicking crayons and flipping papers. Eventually, when you emerged from your room, what sight do we behold? Or, rather, who do we see?

Sir Lancelot! Yes. Little bro, our knight in shining armour, all dressed up, carrying a cardboard sword and a cardboard shield, bearing a name that was oh-so proudly emblazoned on the cardboard weapon of mass destruction: ‘Slanslot.’ …………. Aww.

One day, years back, Daddy asked you, beloved brother, to write a composition……a task you weren’t pretty fond of then, yet you acceded to parent’s request.

And your Pulitzer Prize winning essay went thus….

‘One day ten crows sat on a wall. They all fell off the wall. Then there were ten dead crows.’

End of story. Period. ……oh, the poor crows.

Huh? Well, whatever happened next, and whatever Daddy said, let suspense reign, eh, little brother? *wink*

Ah, dear little brother, while you lived and laughed amongst us, you generously sprinkled happiness and joy wherever you went. Your cheery grin embraced friends and family alike. Your compassion and kindness touched all those who knew you. Even the little stray kittens would come rushing to you, for despite coming home tired after a busy day at work, you would always have time to feed them their favourite dish – slices of bread dipped in milk.

God bless you, my darling. You’ve done us proud. You walked the earth with humility and gentleness. Your goodness enveloped all. God blessed us with you, a pure soul, a kindly being who spent fifty-three glorious, memorable years with us. Short they may have been, but my, what magnificence and purity we were blessed with – our precious MKA! Thank You, Lord.

Keep smiling, dearest one!

All my love, hugs and kisses,

Your loving big sis,

Deed xx

Maloquacious © 2017

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A year on, when I think of you, little brother..

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❤️ Darling Brother M.K.A ❤️

❤️ Darling Brother M.K.A ❤️

I think of…

A garden of flowers
An orchard of fruit trees
A room filled with laughter
A bright, sunny day
An embrace of love and warmth
Whispers of endearments
A heart full of compassion
The face of kindness
An aura of beauty
The brilliance of your persona
The radiance of your soul
Your dazzling smile
Your kindly eyes
Your humble gait
Your caring nature
Your gentleness
Your guidance
Your teaching
Your mentoring
Your humility
Your dignity
Your exemplary stature
And…
You!

Maloquacious © 2015

Till we meet again, sweet Brother

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❤️ Darling Brother M.K.A ❤️

❤️ Darling Brother M.K.A ❤️

My beloved baby brother suddenly passed,
My heart weeps, my mind’s awry, no words that I can say..
Can ever take the pain away, O God..
Grant me peace, calm my restless soul.
….
My lashes rest upon my cheeks, my palms are raised and my prayers begin.
….
Aye, the tempest has lulled a bit, the cries and tears have lessened
Let Your blessed balm comfort me, O Lord …
As I embrace the beauty and goodness
Of my sweet brother’s soul.
Loved by all, his grace, his humility and deep compassion
Are now celebrated on earth by everyone.
Rest in peace, dear heart, till we meet again
Perhaps today, tomorrow … for only He knows.

 

Dear God, we thank You for the beautiful angel You gave to us, to be a part of our family. Oh, how we loved, respected and appreciated him – never forgetting to tell him how proud we were of him – and he, my baby brother, always acknowledged our love for him….for he knew we loved him to bits!

We bow to Your Will, O Lord, and in great humility voice our deep gratitude for the oh-so precious, most cherished fifty-three years we enjoyed with MKA. Rest in eternal peace! Ameen Amen.

 

Maloquacious © 2014

Grateful for the blessings

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Courtesy of M.A.Q

Courtesy of M.A.Q

Grateful I am for the blessings! Life is packed with them, look around you. Certainly, His grace surrounds us. Pause. Reflect. Observe.

I am grateful for the sunshine in my garden. The flowers are blooming and prove His wondrous ways by which He blesses us.

This flower is just one of my many, many blessings. Note its beauty, its magnificence and its shape.

Blessings come in different ways. Think about it. Ponder a while. Become aware. And be thankful.

I am grateful for even the ups and downs for they have made me the person I am. The lows have strengthened my faith and made me a better person. The highs have made me humble and I bow in gratitude to the Almighty.

Yes, I am grateful. Grateful for…

my parents

my sister

my brother

my aunts

my uncles

my nephews

my nieces

my cousins

my friends

and last but not least, I am so, so very grateful for my children…my darling daughter and my darling son. May God forever bless you and keep you safe.

I am indeed blessed!

Thank You, God.

Maloquacious © 2013

Big fish in a small pond

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It all began with one small fish…a goldfish to be exact. It was love at first sight and my dear brother was smitten with the big bonny, beady eyes and the golden, flowing, spectacular robe of…err, let’s call her Goldilocks. And thus, began the love affair.

Goldilocks (the Queen, if you please) was put into a large aquarium—artistically designed, along with all the accompanying paraphernalia (befitting Her Majesty, oh gawdie), such as rocks, pebbles, gravel, shells, ferns, etc—and proudly placed in our home. La-di-da.

My besotted sibling devoted meticulous care to Goldie (as he oh-so lovingly called her), feeding her at regular times, and ensuring that the filter was in proper working order.

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