I haven’t worn mascara since March, 2019. I just couldn’t seem to keep it on without it turning to a streaky mess. I’ve come to the point where I am comfortable without it now.
Grief often feels like when you’re driving down a road you’ve never been down before. Except there aren’t many signs which tell you which way to go.
I think about my brother every day. All day. I just have so many questions to ask. Not ask him but someone, or something. I guess the hardest question would be why? Why did this happen? I’ll never ever get an answer to that question. Nobody ever does. Maybe as days go by you just start to wonder less.
On Saturday August 10, 2019 we celebrated my brother and held the first ever Mike Lowe Memorial Golf Tourney. We had about 36 golfers and all proceeds will go to The Royal Alex CK Hui Heart Clinic. Michael spent the last 5 days of his life there.
This event was incredible. We managed to raise quite a lot of money for the hospital.
We had a great team of volunteers, sponsors and players. Rosie’s was the host bar and provided some drinks, lunch and dinner. I’d like to extend a huge shout out to The Bradshaw’s, Melissa, Erin Hardie, Susan and Wayne and the Rocky Mountain Ice House , Regal Steel, HSE, Edmonton Exchanger, and The Sicilian Pasta Kitchen South for their generous donations.
It’s so surreal still for me to think my brother really isn’t here with us. Listening to people talk and remember all the good times, and to have a toast to him, it’s crazy. It really doesn’t feel real yet.
Personally, the hardest part of each day is waking up. After minimal sleep most nights, each day begins with the thought that maybe it was all a dream. But then you remember it is real. You live each day with this emptiness. It still doesn’t feel real, and it’s been over 4 months. It’s real-not real over and again. Every day. I miss so many things about my brother. He was such an enormous part of my life. He had the answer for everything. Truly had a way of making such a huge impression on anyone who had ever met him.
This weekend we celebrate his life with the first annual Mike Lowe Memorial Golf Tournament. All proceeds to benefit The Royal Alex Cardiac Care Unit. They really did take such care of him there. Really great people.
There is always a lesson to learn. This time that lesson is to Be Like Mike. He took priority on making everyone him feel so special and included. Be Kool, Be Like Mike.
I am Kathryn Lowe. Born in Wales, Raised in Fort McMurray
This is my journey. When you lose your big brother you lose your oldest friend. It is the hardest thing I have ever had to deal with. I am looking to share this story with you. I still have a very hard time opening up about it but I find writing helps.
Please feel free to share your personal experiences and feelings, as I know I am not the only child. Not the only child in my family and not the only child who has been tossed this same hand n this game we call life.
My phone rang just after 7 am. It was Melissa, Michael’s fiancé. I don’t exactly recall all the words, only Michael*heart attack*ambulance*hospital.
I gathered my thoughts and fears, got dressed and headed to the hospital in a daze. My brother remained in a coma and was pronounced dead 5 days later.
March 31, 2019. The day everything changed. We suffered such a tremendous loss in this world when Michael passed away. He created this gigantic impact on our tiny planet during his 44 years with us.
It has been 128 days since I have seen or talked to my brother. Trying to grasp this has been extremely hard. This is a journey I wish I could never have taken. However life throws us a ball and we try our best to move our arms and swing.
Please join this journey with me and feel free to share your special journey as well.