Dare boldly

A blog by Louise Gallagher

For my brother. To die means to return to the general and eternal source, love.


Tolstoy wrote, “Love is life.  All, everything that I understand, I understand only because I love. Everything is, everything exists, only because I love. Everything is united by it alone. Love is God, and to die means that I, a particle of love, shall return to the general and eternal source.”

On this day, in 1997, my brother and his wife returned to love, the general and eternal source, in a fiery crash on a northern prairie road.

It was sudden, inexplicable, devastating and ever-lasting.

On the weekend, I watched a video my niece posted on her FB page from her wedding in Australia last month. She looked beautiful, radiant, happy. And In Love.

She was 17 when her parents were killed. They never saw her graduate high school, university. They never saw her struggling to make sense of an event that could never make sense. They never saw her get married.

But in her smile, in her laughter as she clapped her hands when she and her beloved were pronounced ‘husband and wife’, in her love of the music that accompanies their wedding video, I saw my brother’s smile, heard my brother’s laughter, felt his presence in the music and knew that while he wasn’t there in this realm, his love and the love of her mother, surrounded her on that day.

We come into this world in love and return to it to become, the general and eternal source, a particle of love.

My brother left this earthly realm 18 years ago today.

Once upon a time he taught me to ride a bike, to dance the twist, to listen to the beat and let my body bend and dip to its calling. And though he drove me crazy with his insistence I listen to this tune and then the next without ever letting more than a few bars of each song play, he taught me to listen deeply to the music, to find its beat and let it move me. He taught me to laugh at myself and to laugh, deep from my belly, at life’s peculiarities. He taught me the meaning of being generous, of giving from the heart and not judging. He taught me to never back down, to stand up for what I believe in and to always take care of others. He once dragged me from a disco when I was underage, telling me it was his job to keep me safe. And even though I was angry at him for interfering with my rebellious night out, I loved him for his care. I loved him for believing he could keep me safe and then doing whatever he could to make it happen.

My brother wasn’t perfect. He was however, just like all of us, perfectly perfect in all his human imperfections.

For in all his many facets, there is one thing about my brother that could never be avoided, never be denied, never be destroyed. He loved.

Deeply. Completely. Totally. Unreservedly.

He loved.

Life. Laughter. Music. Having fun. He loved his friends and family, his mother and father, his sisters and above all, his wife and two daughters.

My brother and his wife passed away in a fiery crash 18 years ago today.

In the fiery remains of that crash, the love they carried, the love they were, the love they are remains today in the crystal clear truth of their becoming part of the general and eternal source, a particle of love.

Loving you George and Ros on this day, and every day.


Author: Louise Gallagher

I believe in wonder. I believe we are all magnificent beings of divine beauty. I believe we can make a difference in this world, through every act, word, thought. I believe we create ripples with everything we do and say and want to inspire everyone to use their ripple to create a better world for everyone. I'm grateful you're here.

31 thoughts on “For my brother. To die means to return to the general and eternal source, love.

  1. I am so moved by this wonderful tribute and the story behind it.

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  2. So touching, Louise. I can understand your feelings for your loving brother and the void no one can ever fill. Lift up your heart and peace to thee.

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  3. This is amazing. I love hearing about your stories with my dad. I have a similar story of me getting caught with a fake i.d. that is best untold. Thank you for this post. I will read it and re-read it and know that he was loved and is missed. Thank you… xo


  4. This is actually my third attempt at a comment so if they all show up and they sound repetitive, sorry! 🙂

    Thank you for this post. I love hearing about you and my dad. I forget that you miss him as much as I do, and I have a similar story of my dad, a bar, me and a fake I.D. that is best not repeated. 🙂 thank you so much for this. It is a new piece of my dad I didn’t have before. xo

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    • I am so glad Kristi that I could give you something of your dad you didn’t have before. Much love to you my beautiful niece on this and everyday. ❤

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      • This is the second time this week (and it is only Tuesday!) that I have had tears in my eyes. Firstly, watching Kristi & Simon’s wedding video and now your beautiful blog about George and Ros. The other day I thought of something from my youth and told myself, ” I must ask George) then in the same thought, realized that I couldn’t possibly do that! You are correct Louise, in that, LOVE remains, always, above all else! Love you little sis, Jackie


  5. A beautiful tribute Louise. *HUGS* ❤
    Diana xo

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  6. LG

    You’ve given your niece a masterpiece memory.

    We are what we are, but we cannot separate ourselves from our DNA, we are entwined with our families – in life, and in death.

    Good job!


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  7. This is a lovely tribute to your brother and his wife. I am glad that your niece read it and this gave her something of her Dad that she felt she did not have before. .

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  8. Such a beautiful tribute. I am so glad your niece has you!

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  9. I love you, Louise, and all the beautiful ways you show your love to others. Thinking of you on this day.

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  10. That is a very moving post. I’m so sorry you lost your brother, he sounds like a wonderful person. Even after all those years, the hurt is still there.

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  11. We remember so well and all that you said is spot on. We were heartbroken when we found out, some time later, that they were gone. You were lucky to have such a brother as I have been in my life. They live on in our hearts and minds and will be there forever loved……….

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  12. So touching Louise. ❤

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  13. What a moving and lovely post

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  14. What a lovely tribute — thanks so much for sharing the story — and, as always, taking it back to love

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  15. Louise, such a beautiful tribute to your Brother and his wife. I love how you can see them both in their daughter. So sorry for the loss of your beautiful family, time heals but we will always miss them. I also love that quote. I was only saying to a friend yesterday after losing my brother a few years back that most people don’t get it. They don’t get how wonderful this day we are in, IS. Because in a blink of an eye things can change. Thank you for sharing your precious family memories and reminding us to live life like every day matters.

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