The other day I came across this profound moment of truth, stated so beautifully and simply by Keanu Reeves.
I had seen it before but it popped up again for me just as I was remembering my dad’s passing on March 12th and today my oldest brother’s passing 52 years ago at the age of 7, a year before I was born.
My brother is buried in a convent’s graveyard in Israel, just outside of Jerusalem. The Hebrew inscription on his grave (“The Lord is my banner”) is the same as the one we also had engraved on my dad’s headstone here in The Netherlands, forever connecting my brother to my father who had always missed him.
I miss my father and my whole life I missed my oldest brother, always wishing I could have known him. Keanu Reeves is a wise man, knowing this profound truth about the human condition and internalizing it in such a way that he could express it so beautifully and succintly on a talkshow. It’s a nugget of wisdom to remember for the ages and additionally a reminder to me that missing the people we have loved and lost will also always keep them alive in our hearts.