Today I’m remembering my brother Julian, who was killed this day five years ago, in a motor-cycle accident near his country property.
As our brother, Damian, said in his eulogy for him; “There was an explosion of light too beautiful, and our dear Julian was shot into the Heavens, where he looks over us, forever in our hearts.”
I’m looking at a photo of Julian now that shows a man who’d recently turned 50 – proud of the windmill just installed on his acreage; the one that brought with it freshness, growth and new life. He squints against the sun but I’m struck by how unlined his face is, how he will be forever young – in contrast to his five other siblings who are growing older, tubbier and more lined.
That face is also on the verge of breaking into one of his big smiles. I can see one of his corny jokes taking shape, pre-empted by the emerging grin.
His death wreaked havoc, changing the course of the lives of his young family. But five years on it’s a relief to see they’ve turned a corner and life is looking up for them again. Their goals and aspirations nod to him, so he is not lost.
I miss you Julian. But I celebrate the fact that we had you.