I never knew you

I never knew you, my brother, Graeme.
You died before my birth.
Not even sure how to spell your name
So short was your time on this earth.

I know not why this prose formed now,
Some 40 years since you passed away,
But I hope, if soul persists somehow,
That we may catch up one distant day.

I'd like your innocent's take on things;
Was my existence up to scratch?
Did I make people happy, smile and sing?
Is life a game? Is there a prize? A catch?

But that knowledge would be for it's own sake,
As it could never be used or ever passed,
Except those whose life that death did take,
And returning from that crossing's no easy task.

We will meet too soon though, I have no doubt.
When my travels come to their end,
And then, my brother, we may let truths come out,
As my mortal shell joins the stars again.