So many things tie us to this world we live in, and to the people in it. Some are ties of gossamer, some are string, some rope, and some unbreakable chain.
Many ties can be removed, with time and patience, the links severed and the connection lost. Others, though, are deliberately strengthened, tested, and made hard and fast.
The first ties we make in this life are to our family, those who share our blood. Not all family ties make it to adulthood, with death and anger and distance snapping the strands. But those who remain tied are truly entangled.
My brother is tied fast to me, our bonds growing tighter and more complex over the years. He is bound to my heart and my life, and I gladly share it with him. All who know me and share my life know him as well, and many come to build their own ties with him.
My brother, Icarus, was building a new tie. A tie of love and closeness with someone new, and I rejoiced to see him bloom and smile as they gently wove a rope of relationship together. But that connection was ripped apart this week, as his new partner died unexpectedly as they slept together.
My brother is devastated, bleeding and torn. My ties with him mean I hurt and mourn with him. Ropes cut the flesh of us both.
But I’m glad we have them.
Thank you Dionysos for taking these photos.