By Sophie Moore, whose brother died in a car crash in Wales when he was 17
Sophie’s brother, Jack Keene
1. It took me quite some time to understand that all the anger and rage consuming me inside was actually all the love I had for Jack and didn’t know what to do with it. It made me furious I couldn't give it to him. It still does.
2. I don't need to go to a gravestone to remember Jack. He is in my thoughts, the places I go and the love I give to my children. I do not need to feel guilty for this.
3. When people say they think of someone they died every day...this is true. Not one day has passed when I don’t think about him. I want to make him proud and so desperately want to live his life for him.
4. Grief hits hard at unexpected times. I can be standing in the shower, driving my car or just reading a text from someone and I will get an overwhelming urge to sob.
5. People do forget. People say things without thinking and it makes me mad or upset. Part of my world has stopped but other peoples have carried on...I have to remind myself to be kind to them.
6. I'm scared I will forget the sound of his voice. I hate the thought of him alone. I wish I could have kept him safe.
7. My heart breaks for my little boy...Jack wasn’t just his uncle, he was more a big brother and a best friend. Little people grieve too.
About Sophie Moore
”Jack Keene was my big little brother. He died instantly when his car crashed whilst on holiday in Wales with his girlfriend. He was only 17 years old. I was there the moment he was born at 7am on 17th September 1999. But I wasn’t there the moment he died at 7am on 27th July 2017. This breaks my heart.”
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