The death of my brother (Aaron Thaler) was devastating.
I was a few weeks shy of 3 years old when Aaron was born, so he was a part of my life for as long as I can remember.
My father was in the Army and we grew up overseas. I didn’t really get to know my extended family until I was a teenager and I never had the same friend for more than a couple of years.
That made my relationship with Aaron even more special. He was that one person I was able to play with and fight with, all throughout my childhood years. He was my only consistent friend.
We had our ups and downs together. Many battles were fought and a lot of blood was spilt. However, no grudges were held. After a few days, we would laugh about the last fight as if it was all a game.
Aaron died suddenly and I spent the first month in a state of shock. Eventually the reality hit me and I went into a deep state of depression.
I will always miss my brother.
Ben Sherwood conducted research on how some people mange to survive traumatic events that have a high rate of fatality.
He interviewed survivors, talked to doctors, and other researchers and then he complied his findings in a book titled The Survivors Club. He also explains how people can improve their chances of survival during a crisis event.
I thought it was an interesting book.
Today is my brother’s birthday. Unfortunately, he passed away five years ago. If I could send him a message it would be:
I want you to know I still have your number in my contacts on my phone. I just could never bring myself to delete you. I love you and miss you. I wish you were here, so I could say happy birthday to you in person.
I was at a funeral a few weeks ago, and I was talking to family members I haven’t seen in ages. Of course everyone was saying things like, “We only get together at funerals. We should do better, but I’ve been so busy.”
It’s a common sentiment in our day and time, but it got me thinking. Are we really that busy? The answer is “no.”
When someone dies, we always find time to be there for their funeral. Why can’t we do that when they are alive?
Kenneth Barksdale (Gwen’s grandfather) passed away Wednesday. It’s hard to lose a family member, but seems even worse when it happens this time of year.
Kenneth Rodney Barksdale, age 82 of Athens, passed away on Wednesday, December 19, 2018, at Athens Limestone Hospital.
Mr. Barksdale was born October 13, 1936 in Limestone County to Wade Barksdale and Algie Butner.
Graveside Services for Mr. Barksdale are Saturday, December 22, 2018 at 1:00 p.m. at Roselawn Cemetery with Steve Curtis officiating. Visitation will be Saturday, December 22, 2018, from 11:00 a.m. until 12:30 p.m. at Limestone Chapel Funeral Home.
Mr. Barksdale was a member of Wooley Springs Church of Christ. He was veteran of the Army and a lifelong farmer. He was a postal carrier for over 40 years.
He is survived by his daughters, Crystal Benignus (Jon) and Jessica Turner (Scott); brother, Gerald Barksdale (Mary); sister, Frieda Claxton; grandchildren, Gwen Thaler, Kasey Benignus and Elizabeth Turner; several nieces and nephews.
Preceded in death by his wife, JoAnn Barksdale; granddaughter, Brittany Barksdale. Pallbearers are Stanley Smith, Tom Newton, Dwight Stoner, Chad Tribble, Jonathan Hill and Kevin Lee.
For life and death are one, even as the river and the sea are one. – Khalil Gibran
Death is not the greatest loss in life. The greatest loss is what dies inside us while we live. – Norman Cousins
The life of the dead is placed in the memory of the living. – Marcus Tullius Cicero
It is not death that a man should fear, but he should fear never beginning to live. – Marcus Aurelius