Woke up from a vivid dream where the family reunited with my brother in Kuching. We all cried when we saw each other, uncontrollable tears seeping out of our eyes, and I knew we were so sad that we had grown so old, that we had spent so many years and moments apart without each other, him in the US, the rest of us here in Perth. During this time life has gone on, the kids have grown bigger, us siblings have aged and our parents have grown older, life has flashed by, too many days, months and years of us not being together.
In the dream we were so happy to see each other again but we were also so sad because we mourned the days that we had been so far apart from each other, because we knew we would eventually part and miss each other all over again.
I woke up with tears in my eyes and couldn’t fall back to sleep because my heart was aching so much. I wanted to call my brother and ask him to join us in Australia, to not be apart from us for so long. But I knew I wouldn’t do it, can’t do it, and ended up just sending him a WhatsApp message asking how he’s been.
We’re so lucky that after having spent so much time apart from each other, us siblings scattered in different areas parts of the world, my parents back in Kuching, to be able to reunite and spend the rest of our lifetime with each other. My daughters are so blessed and lucky to grow up basking in the love of their grandparents, aunties and cousin. The missing link is my brother.
Most of the time we don’t feel it, we talk about him and my sister in law all the time, my parents set aside a bedroom in their house for when they visit, we send him photos of our family gatherings, of the kids. We talk about visiting him in the US. It’s all with happiness and not a hint of sadness.
But I guess in my subconscious, in my dreams, my inner sadness surfaces, and I just miss him so so much. It’s crazy because I’ve spent more than half my life away from him and in Perth, you would think not being with my brother was the norm, but I still miss him and wish we could be together again.
Heartache at 1.16am in the morning. Sigh.

































