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Madonna visited the grave of her late brother, Christopher Ciccone, less than a month after his death.

Sunday, October 27, 2024 17:00

Sunday, October 27, 2024 17:00

Madonna has made an emotional trip to her brother’s grave.

The 66-year-old singer’s brother, Christopher Ciccone, passed away last month after battling cancer and on Friday (10.25.24), the ‘Material Girl’ singer and her eldest daughter, Lourdes, 28, made a trip to Calvary Cemetery. in Kawkawlin, Michigan.

Madonna documented the trip on her Instagram Story, sharing a photo of Christopher’s green marble tombstone, which displayed his name and the dates of his life.

She captioned the post: “Coming home…………. (sic)”

The ‘Vogue’ singer also shared a photo of the red roses she left for her brother, a photo of Lourdes posing next to the tombstone of her grandmother, Madonna Fortin Ciccone – who died in 1963 at just 30 years old – and another image of she wearing a headscarf kneeling at her mother’s grave.

In another emotional clip, Madonna shared an old black-and-white video of Christopher watching as she kneeled at her mother’s burial site.

She captioned the post: “Life is a circle.”

Madonna and Christopher were very close in their youth and he worked closely with her on several of her tours.

Christopher went from being his sister’s backup dancer to show designer and backstage dresser, and was art director for her ‘Blonde Ambition’ world tour and tour director for ‘The Girlie Show’.

The couple fell out when Christopher released his best-selling book in 2008, ‘Life With My Sister Madonna’, but they later reconciled and following his death, the ‘Beautiful Stranger’ singer paid a touching tribute to her brother.

She wrote on Instagram: “My brother Christopher is gone. He was the closest human being to me for a long time. It’s hard to explain our bond.

“But it came from the realization that we were different and that society was going to give us a hard time for not following the status quo. We held hands and danced through the madness of our childhood. In fact, the dance It was a kind of super glue that held us together…

“We challenged the Roman Catholic Church, the police, the moral majority and all authority figures who stood in the way of artistic freedom! My brother was at my side.

“He was a painter, a poet and a visionary. I admired him. He had impeccable taste. And a sharp tongue, which he sometimes used against me, but I always forgave him. We climbed together to the highest heights and failed at the lowest points .. “

And he concluded: “The last few years have not been easy. We didn’t talk for a while, but when my brother got sick. We found our way back to each other. I did my best to keep him alive as long as possible.

“He was in a lot of pain towards the end. Once again, we held hands, closed our eyes and danced. Together. I’m glad he’s not hurting anymore. There will never be anyone like him. I know he’s dancing somewhere.”