The world grew darker yesterday when I said goodbye to Marc James, my oldest brother. His leaving, probably in the comfort of slumber, leaves a permanent void in my heart. Marc was a complex, funny, intelligent, ambitious, and humorous man with many facets.
He had our father’s charm, with a taste for style and an attractiveness that attracted women. Traveling the world at heart, Marc was our go-to person for any legal questions and a wealth of life experience.
As my mother’s only child, Marc’s steadfast support brought me comfort. Even now, after his sudden departure, I can still clearly hear his voice directing me and making jokes about what to share on Facebook. Nevertheless, in spite of the difficulty, I feel obliged to reveal to the world Marc James’ true nature—a unique, unmatched soul.
His words from our last conversation stick with me as a moving reminder of his constant presence. He urged, “Call me if you need anything at all,” his love and concern bridging the digital divide. “It’s my turn, after your husband, kids, and of course, your favorite brother Alvin Crosby Jr.,” he joked, playfully claiming his place among my priorities.
We are still processing his abrupt departure, and the pain of unanswered questions and broken promises is very apparent. It appears that time was the elusive resource that we were never able to fully grasp.
I beg for prayers at this time of great loss for our siblings, for whom this unexpected and unwanted blow to their lives. Marc James may have passed away too soon, but his spirit lives on in the memories we treasure and the relationships that last past death.
