My Brothers' Keeper: Two Brothers. Loved. And Lost.
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The death of a sibling is unlike any other.
Gloria Reuben’s little brother died just before his twenty-second birthday. Two decades later, her oldest brother Denis died two weeks short of his sixtieth birthday.
Just as Gloria felt like she was finally healing from David’s death, the shock of Denis’ unexpected death was almost too much to take.
In My Brothers’ Keeper, Gloria bares her soul as she reveals the intimate details of her life at home as a young girl. How the death of her father when she was twelve shaped her view of love and life. How David’s death was the impetus for her move from Canada to the United States. And how her brother Denis was her heart’s twin in a multitude of ways.
Gloria, most well known as an actress, debuts her talent as a writer in My Brothers’ Keeper, an intimate and honest tribute to David and Denis. Their lives. Their deaths. And the hope that awaits.
“Gloria has written a truly wonderful and inspirational tribute to her brothers and to life. Helpful to all of us who have suffered losses.”—Pete Earley
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My Brothers' Keeper - Gloria Reuben
A POST HILL PRESS BOOK
ISBN: 978-1-64293-410-6
ISBN (eBook): 978-1-64293-411-3
My Brothers’ Keeper:
Two Brothers. Loved. And Lost.
© 2019 by Gloria Reuben
All Rights Reserved
Cover art by Cody Corcoran
Author photo by Aaron Sarles
Interior design and layout by Sarah Heneghan
All photos are from the author’s personal collection.
This is a work of nonfiction. All people, locations, events, and situations are portrayed to the best of the author’s memory.
No part of this book may be reproduced, stored in a retrieval system, or transmitted by any means without the written permission of the author and publisher.
Post Hill Press
New York • Nashville
posthillpress.com
Published in the United States of America
To all who seek solace
from the pain of losing a loved one
~brother, sister, parent, friend~
I hope this book helps bring you
peace of heart.
Hope for the future.
And a knowingness that you are not alone.
Special thanks to David Vigliano.
Your belief in me and your unwavering support right out of the gate will forever be appreciated.
Table of Contents
Chapter 1: The Visit
Chapter 2: Don’t Give Up
Chapter 3: Screaming
Chapter 4: The Spirit World
Chapter 5: The Night Before
Chapter 6: David Saved My Life
Chapter 7: Major Geraci
Chapter 8: I’m OK
Chapter 9: Dreaming
Chapter 10: Nine Months Later
Chapter 11: Shine
Chapter 12: Stick Man
Chapter 13: Opening
Chapter 14: Let It Rain
Chapter 15: Denis On
Chapter 16: Pennies From Heaven
Chapter 17: Going Home
Afterword
About the Author
Chapter 1
The Visit
It was the magic hour—that slip of time when you’re not quite awake and not quite asleep—on an early morning in May 1998. I was in my home on Westridge Road in Brentwood, California. I loved that home. It was a sweet, cozy place, perched on the side of a canyon, with a wall of glass generously offering up gorgeous views of the mountains cupping the valley. And on those rare days when the smog played hooky, a spectacular vista of the great Pacific waited.
I was dreaming of my brother David. I don’t recall the details, but I know it was a dream about him, for I felt the restlessness in my body and the longing in my heart that I always felt while dreaming of him.
David’s death, twelve years ago this year, has left my shattered heart still in shards. I try to piece it back together. Smooth out the edges. David was two years younger than me, and his death crushed me.
I feel like I failed him. Like I didn’t take care of him as I should have, since I was the one who was closest to him in age. Since he and I were the unwanted
ones. The two Reuben kids who were born after my father had prostate trouble. We weren’t supposed to be here.
A few days before his twenty-second birthday, David gave away the few possessions he had. Then he swallowed a bottle of antidepressants.
It’s the most difficult thing, not being able to say goodbye. Wondering at least once a day what his last thoughts were that made him decide ending his life was better than continuing it. Recognizing every day in my own life, the loneliness and isolation that drew him to that choice. Drowning in the certainty that it’s part genetics, and part unspoken and unhealed emotional and psychological distortions that enveloped our home while we were growing up.
The dream ended. I was semi-awake. Groggy. The sun must have been on the rise, because my bedroom held a natural glimmer of golden light.
He was there in the room with me. My brother David. I felt his presence as if he were standing right there in flesh and blood. His soul reached out to me, and he asked without speaking, Do you want to see what it’s like on the other side?
I thought I was still dreaming. I could feel my spirit move towards him. I wanted to go. Join him. See what it was like. But then fear entered my heart. A distinct and strong feeling overcame me…I might not come back.
All grogginess dissipated. I was now fully awake. David was gone. Again.
If he asked me today, I would go with him. Even if it meant that I wouldn’t come back. It would be worth it, just to be with him again.
July 2000
I was born the fifth of six children. David was the youngest. Jesus, he was a beautiful child. And I loved him. I still love him more than I can express.
I have no children. None of my siblings have children. Our perspective, our hope for bonding with others in a familial way, was marred from our debilitating upbringing. At least that’s what happened with me. I actually shouldn’t speak for anyone else (something I continue to learn quite late in life).
Yet before the time when even the prospect of having children existed—before David’s death, before the death of my father when I was twelve—there were pockets of laughter, levity, and love.
I wish I could give you countless specifics or a detailed timeline of my first twelve years of life. Believe me, if I could, I would. But I can’t give you what I don’t have. And I don’t have the memory of much of those years.
But I can capture and share with you the feelings, the snapshots, the beauty and joy of two siblings who spent a lot of time together.
David and me—maybe it was because of some instinctive yet unspoken knowingness that we were pocketed in a separate way (unexpected births), or maybe it was just the nature of things, but we were two peas in a pod.
We played together. Simple, fun stuff. Thank God it was a time long before cell phones, so our young eyes and minds were not glued to numbing and desensitizing screens. We were the lucky ones, being raised in an era when you could ride your bike for as long as you pleased, experiencing freedom and independence while winding through tree-lined streets and returning home as the sun started to set. Zooming toy Mattel cars through Lego-lined villages set up on the basement floor. Ice skating on the front lawn after an ice storm shuttered the schools for the day. Raking fallen leaves as autumn set in. Splashing to our hearts’ content in the small wading pool in the back of our house when the summer heat bore down and we needed a little cool escape.
It’s so sweet and sad, thinking of those innocent days.
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