My Brother’s Eulogy

A few weeks ago my older brother, Josely Elie, died. He was in a hospital where members of my family visited him as he faded. I was told that doctors gave him three months, which would’ve given me time to visit as well. That didn’t happen and I was in Korea while he passed away with my parents watching over him. I wasn’t able to go to the wake. I wasn’t able to go to the cremation ceremony. I was, however, able to write a eulogy that would be read in my place. This is a modified version of that eulogy. It’s written here to be more diary-like with, selfishly, more Alex-centered details then the one I wanted read.


A few years ago, about ten, Josely and I were wasting an hour playing video games. This happened more often then I liked, but I had a lot of free time. At twenty one I had quit college and I quit my job. While pursuing a doomed dream I decided to read some books, write a little, and think a lot about the world I lived in. In those months me and my brother had been spending a lot of time together and I was constantly asking him questions about his life.

I had slowly become aware of the fact that Josely was dying. I was never told directly, but instead learned through the osmosis of family rumors until one day it was common knowledge that Josely’s time on earth had an experation date that was far closer than mine. I wanted to write stories, and I knew that Josely’s strange life was full of interesting, funny, and sometimes sad bits and pieces that I thought I could fit into whatever little thing I was putting together.

That day he had told me a couple of stories. He told me about the first time he had sex. He told why he picked up amateur boxing – to try to get close to my father (his step-father). He told me, in detail, what it was like to go through the jail system. He also told me about the first time he took drugs.

Shaking his head in regret he described himself as a kid recklessly willing to try anything new. All it took for him to light a pipe to his mouth was to be told by a girl he was dating to just “Smoke this.” From that point on his life was no longer his.

Household items started to go missing and my parents began putting locks on doors and cabinets. When I was thirteen he conned me out of the $100 my godfather gave me for Christmas. I borrowed a video game system from a friend and couldn’t explain a week later why it was gone. “My brother said he left it at his friend’s house. I’ll have it back next week.” Of course next week never came, and I began to realize that the brother I looked up to as a child had become more than just the black sheep of the family.

By twenty one I had gotten over it. I asked questions not because I wanted answers, but because I wanted information, and one day the brother who I loved very much would no longer be able to tell me anything.

"This is how I want to be remembered"

"This is how I want to be remembered"

I was conscious of this as he told me how the end of his life began. When he was done he cursed the woman’s name who changed his life, then he looked me in the eyes with a quietness that was rare for him. He told me to never, ever, do what he did.

We continued to play the video game. He eventually won and laughed about it afterwards. Then he asked, “Why you asking me so many questions. I feel like I’m being interviewed, or something.” I told him why, and he said, “Oh. Well, so, you gonna write a book about me?”

I said, “Probably not. But I might use parts of your life in a book.”

He said, “Well I’ll tell you one thing about me.”

I paused the game that we had started playing again and listened.

He said, “I never felt right in this world. I never felt like I fit it, you know. That I belonged here.” He shook his head and continued, “This just ain’t my world.”

In an instant Josely had explained to me what drove him. For many of us the decisions Josely made in life just didn’t make sense. They were extreme, but for him they were the only ways he knew to search for something that would make him feel whole – that would take him away from the pain of isolation that this world seems to have such an abundance of.

Perhaps he was looking for love, or just a sense of belonging to something greater. Whatever it was, that search led him into several different directions. On November 21st of this year that search ended.

Although he certainly went about it in a dangerous way, Josely’s search wasn’t that different from the one we all share. We all want to be loved. We all want acceptance, and we all want to feel like we belong to a family, and a world, that we believe cares about us. It is peace that we all want.

Today we are saying goodbye to my brother, who has finally found that peace. A brother who taught me not to be scared of my emotions, to be confident in who I am, and helped me understand that the world is bigger than I thought.

Joesly, you will be missed, and, as you always were, you will be loved.

*note: In the photo, from left to right is my cousin Diane, my sister Stacey, me and my brother Josely.

12 Responses to “My Brother’s Eulogy”
  1. Whitney says:

    Alex, this is beautiful and some of the best of your work- compelling, unapologetic, and heartfelt. I always felt you were very talented but this really reflects it so eloquently. You are able to use your diction to convey what spoken words cannot. Can’t wait to read your novel.

  2. stephanemot says:

    Thank you for sharing these delicate words beyond your family. I’m sure your brother rests in peace.

  3. Mockingbird says:

    Wow, this is absolutely devastating. I’m very sorry about your loss.

  4. grassroots08 says:


    We all make our mistakes in life and hope when we are older that others who are coming up will take our advice and not do some of the crazy things we did. Great advice, that few listen to.

    Raw and honest piece, thanks for letting us have a glimpse into your life. Peace to you, friend!

    Where eagles fly,
    Don (Greywolf)
    Native American Storyteller

    • Hi Don (Greywolf). Thank you for reading my post. I agree about the clearness of hindsight and learning from others. I learned a lot from my brother’s mistakes: What a relationship with a women should and shouldn’t look like, the dangers in indulgence etc. Somethings, though, you have to learn from the life you’ve lived. Hoping to take advice and experience and turn them into something resembling wisdom.

      Like the search we all share for peace I think everyone does this as well. Some just better then others. Peace unto you too, and thank you for reading my post. Hope you come back.

  5. Tony Radford says:

    Nice job Alex. Been there myself – different circumstances, but the result was the same.

    • Thanks for the compliment on this post Tony. Losing a loved one is, of course, universal, but we all have our stories about having a light that shined near us for so long go out. This was my attempt to deal with my feelings, and I’m glad you got something from it. Keep visiting.

  6. Diane says:

    A stirring commentary on a young life snuffed out way too early, and with it all the possibilities.
    Thanks for allowing us into your pain and frustration. We are all richer for having that glimpse.
    I’m so sorry for your loss – a loss so universal, yet so personal.
    May your words bring you peace as you struggle with healing.

    • Thank you for your comment Diane. Part of this Eulogy, indeed, was to achieve some sort of catharsis. But putting it here on my blog also helped in making me feel less alone in the situation.

      Thanks for reading and thanks again for your comment.

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