ROTHENBURGER – The special sadness of being your family’s lone survivor
IN THE YEAR SINCE my brother died (today is the anniversary), I’ve wrestled with what’s painfully different about losing him. I couldn’t identify it at first.
I’ve outlived my mother, my father, grandparents, a daughter, a grandson, many aunts and uncles, quite a few cousins and a lot of friends. And now my only brother. I read a column by Dr. Brian Goldman earlier this year that explained a lot for me.
Dr. Goldman is an ER physician, and he writes and broadcasts a weekly column for CBC Radio that I listen to whenever I can.
He wrote about the death of his sister Orliffe, and the emptiness it has left him with. “I’m the only one remaining from the family in which I grew up,” he wrote.
There it was, my answer.
Just as Dr. Goldman’s column was an epiphany for me, he had learned from CNN’s Anderson Cooper, who had lost his father, brother and then his mother.
“She was the last person from the little family that I grew up in,” Cooper said in a podcast. “The last person who knew the same stories as me and had the same memories. Now I’m the only one. I feel like a lighthouse keeper on an empty island.”
Those are the same feelings I’ve been experiencing.
Mel Rothenburger is a regular contributor to CFJC Today, publishes the ArmchairMayor.ca opinion website, and is a recipient of the Jack Webster Foundation Lifetime Achievement Award. He has served as mayor of Kamloops, school board chair and TNRD director, and is a retired daily newspaper editor. He can be reached at mrothenburger@armchairmayor.ca.

Mel, Welcome to the club, Bill
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A poignant and touching essay. I echo the comments made by your other readers.
Bernie Rothenburger was my high school journalism teacher, circa 1971-72. I remember him very well, right down to the coolest hair, shades and clothes – his, not mine. Wonderful guy and a lasting influence. But, like you, I have recovered and moved on. Thanks for the look back.
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My condolences to you, Mel. I can appreciate your pain and loss.
My twin brother and oldest brother died during the Covid-19 lockdown. The word I use to describe the experience is living in a vacuum.
Some things heal with time but some things do not.
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Mel, accept my heartfelt condolences and thoughts. Life is an incredible journey, full of twists and turns. Pain and love. Joy and grief.
Our loved ones live on in our memories and influence our lives even when they’re no longer here. You’re here, holding space for their memories.
All the best.
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Bless. Counting your blessings is good but it still doesn’t fill the hole left in your heart. As The Queen said “The price of love is often pain.”
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Beautifully written. Brought tears for me.
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I truly understand how you feel. I lost the last of my family this past Spring. Having lost my parents and younger brother early on , losing my older brother has left a big void in my life. We were separated by 14 years so I never really got to know him until he became a computer nerd and sent emails and jokes to me most every day.. It was a great way to get to know him through his humor and sage advice. At his wake his wife gave me some mementos he had from my parents. What a gift that was to look through them and remember the good times.
Cherish those memories and pass them to the next generation. Our personal histories are important…
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