Rest in Peace Logan Winspear, My Brother
Rest in Peace Logan Winspear
My brother died 14 years ago today. He was only 19 years old. He had his whole life ahead of him.
His death has left a gaping hole in my life. My entire family shattered. I know that all of our lives would be completely different if he were still alive today.
He was too young to realize what he was doing when he took his own life.
Even 14 years later, it’s still just as hard without him in my life. I was 13 years old when he passed away and now he has been gone for longer than I knew him. It was another lifetime ago. That’s a very sad thought.
I miss my brother.
You are gone, but I will never forget you. You will always be a part of me. You are always in my thoughts, my dreams, my memories, and my heart.
Thank you for being who you were. I love you.
Posted on August 8, 2013, in brockingmovies News, Family Related and tagged Death, Logan Winspear, My Brother, Rest in Peace, suicide. Bookmark the permalink. 11 Comments.
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I cant believe that it’s been 14 years already. And you’re right, it does feel like a lifetime ago… My iron cross tattoo is a vivid reminder of him and that whole time period. I got it for him and all that we all went through. You are an amazing man though now, and he would be incredibly proud of the person you have become. ((hugs))
Thanks Daisy! I appreciate the nice comment. I hope that he would be proud. I can’t believe it’s been 14 years either.
sorry to hear. My thoughts and prayers are with you on this dark day for you.
Your kind words are appreciated Rob. Thank you.
Sorry to hear about your loss. You are very brave for writing about it, my prayers are with you and your family.
It was very difficult to write about, but I guess I just wanted to try to honor him in some way. Thank you Vinnie, that’s nice of you to say.
My youngest brother from my mothers second marriage took his life on Thanksgiving night back in 2003 and I still miss him. My heart goes out to you…
That’s awful David. I’m sorry to hear that. It’s something that you never get over and it never gets better.
If you could spend one day with him, what would you do?
So many things come to mind that it would be too long to list. I would for sure go fishing with him (because he loved that so much). Grill a couple of steaks (he was an excellent cook). It’s a hard question to answer, but I think the right answer would be everything. We would enjoy the whole day.
I think about it often when I think about my Dad…and part of me wishes I could do all the things we planned on doing we never got to do…then part of me would just want to sit on the front porch, beer in hand, and just talk until our time ended. I hope time slowly eases your pain.