I’m the forgotten griever and yes there are many of us.

This makes me angry sometimes it’s hard not to cuss.

We hide our emotions away from our parents, because they are already carrying a burden so large over their precious child that has already passed.

My brother was so strong. So much stronger than me. His passing often brings me down to my knees.

I know my mom is hurting and other grown ups are too but I can’t help but shout to God, “Hey I’m grieving too!!!”

I lost my best friend, my side kick, my hero, and now I feel just like a zero.

Oh how he would make me laugh, but now I have a mindset of good things don’t last.

I’m the forgotten griever. I cry silent tears while I sit in fear that one day I will wake up and you also will not be here.

My name is Zachary, I lost my brother Bentley.

I grieve too, please don’t forget me.

This powerful poem was written by Zachary Gelatin age 11 who recently lost his brother Bentley at age 8 due to complications of Type 1 Diabetes. Zachary wrote this poem at school and brought it home to his parents. 

This is the very reason why HFC Kids exists… no sibling should have to feel forgotten! Help us remind kids like Zachary that he is not forgotten and that his grief matters too!