To dad I really Love you. xoxoxoxoxo xoxoxo. I think you are the best dad for me. I hope you had fun at Chicago. and thank you for getting this note book for me & cori. I like it very much. Love your Baby Sydney
"Well, alrighty then." - Sydney Marie Brotheridge b. December 28, 1995 d. June 9, 2018 Is the death of a daughter a fable or a myth Or a reality of grief that inflates one moment And then, after enough tears have dropped, Subsides into an uncomfortable calm Holding a picture with my arm Around her alive, smiling-faced body? Is the resting of my head on her shoulder Outside a skating rink during a birthday Celebration enough to protect her And, as often as I smile with her smile Or her smiling with my smile, can it happen All the time and everywhere? Is there enough time and can it be measured Between the first time I held this delicate child With a lifetime ahead of her and the last time I held her in Dar es Salaam as she breathed Her last breath perhaps hearing me whisper, “You are loved, Sydney Marie”? Is there a way to find a completely different Way with which to examine attachment To a life filled with enough demons of despair And with enough angels of shining brilliance, To find a way forward and not necessarily through Or over the abyss of deep hurt and great loss? Is the answer to the great question of Being Found in the act of a tiny body laid out On a stretcher being taken to the morgue Or in a ceremony at the foot of a mountain With enough gathered loved ones and friends Mourning a life joyfully lived and now complete?
putting my glasses on this morning my vision was dotted with the salt dried from the tears i shed crying myself to sleep last night i forgot about the shaking and shivering of the body and of the rush from my eyes before i drained fell asleep i will never forget your birthday
“God has brought down the powerful from their thrones, and lifted up the lowly.” – Mary
Could it be? The chance once again to reject our expensive attachment to sharing pieces of pious piffle, poop and pablum? The rich and wealthy imprisoned gifts of gold, frankincense and myrrh behind barcodes long, long ago. Every year's Christmas list asks for the impossible: a time where a daughter does not dwell with those who have gone before us into the wonder wonderland.
It is that time of the year once again. To honor the memory of our beloved daughter, Sydney Marie Brotheridge, whose passion was Neuroscience, we are opening up her scholarship fund at her Alma mater, Indiana University, for contributions. We wholeheartedly ask for your financial contribution during these next two weeks. Sydney's birthday was December 28. A matching challenge of $500 has been offered for contributions made after the first $500 collected. The first scholarship out of Sydney's fund was awarded to a Neuroscience student this past Fall. Thank you so much for your support! Brotheridge Scholarship By Department of Psychological and Brain Sciences
“Wherever I am, you’ll always be
More than just a memory
If I ever leave this world alive”– Flogging Molly
How long does it take to paint a garage?
Answer: Somewhere between five years and what feels like forever.
Given that life – and death – intervened in that span of time maybe five-and-a-half years isn’t all that long.
My daughter, Sydney, having returned home from a school year at Indiana University agreed to take on the project for the summer of 2014. I think I agreed to pay her $10 an hour. The summer before I painted the house proper so I was excited to think that the entire manse at 1358 Maple Avenue would be “Daisy Spell” yellow with white trim by the time Sydney returned to IU for her next school year.
How does the saying begin? “The best of intentions…” Sydney painted one garage door that summer…then returned to school. I think I painted the other garage door that fall. Where Sydney had taken the time to edge around the windows on her door, I did not, preferring the “scrape later” method of edging a window.
The following summer I think I got a coat or two of yellow on the front of the garage. And for the next couple of years that’s how the garage stayed. Yellow and white on the front, though the eaves were still the same grey as the other three sides.
I found some energy to start the 2018 painting season. I finished painting one side and had moved on to the back alley-side. May 25 was a beautiful early summer day. Perfect for painting. I spent the morning going up and down the ladder and progressing across the back of the garage, turning grey into a bright, happy yellow, when sirens started zipping by on Connor Street (one street north of where I live) followed by helicopters and then more sirens heading west across the White River.
My neighbor came out to tell me that there had been a shooting at the West Middle School. Oh, God. Then the sirens and helicopters came back towards me. I went inside to learn that there were active shooters at the high school as well. Good God!
Thankfully, there were no fatalities at West Middle School and the High School shooters turned out to be a prankster’s hoax but the trauma for all those involved was no less.
Two weeks passed. On June 6 I had just cleaned up from an afternoon of painting the garage when I received the telephone call about Sydney in Africa. Twelve hours later I was on a plane heading across the Atlantic.
I never thought that courage and fortitude and deep breaths would be necessary to complete a painting project. (I never would have thought that the same would be needed for my brother to sing “If I Ever Leave This World Alive” at a recent concert his band performed. We have played that song together for years only to have it’s meaning radically altered with Sydney’s death.)
This 2019 Summer I managed to finish painting the garage; actually finished today, September 28, so a bit into the Fall of 2019. I did so in two-hour fits and spurts because two hours is about all I could manage at a time being unable to breathe filled with memory and fear and sadness and loss that had been wrapped around this project.
The garage has been painted.
Sydney, your painting project is complete.