I woke up this morning. I mean I really woke up. The fog
that had clouded my mind the past couple of weeks had finally risen. My recent
mishaps with the law had left me in prison and out the next day. Luckily my
girlfriend could pay bail money. That didn’t change the simple fact that I had
court in a few days. Breaking and
entering was what I was charged with. Who knew that going into a cemetery at
night after if closed could lead to a troubled youth going to jail for the
night. I ran over in my head what I would
say to the judge and jury my mind feeling confused. I had just wanted to see my
brother. His name was Max. Just two weeks ago he got into a terrible car crash.
I’m glad to say that none of this was his fault. He had just gotten his license
and did everything right. The man who hit him was drunk and going so fast he
lost control of his vehicle and rammed right into my brother. I was in the car
also. I tried so desperately to save my favorite and only brother. My injuries
were minor and could easily be fixed. A few broken bones was no big deal. Now
Max he had it rough. They couldn’t do anything for him he was so badly hurt. I
cried for the first time in years when they said he had died almost instantly.
Everything we had been through for what nothing. If I knew I wouldn’t get in
trouble that man who killed him would be buried 6 feet in the ground.
I feel for you! You and your family are in my preyers! I have never lost a sibling, but I have lost an uncle. This was my only uncle on my mom's side, and her only sibling. he was also my Godfather. When I was little he was always around me, and we had such a great time together. I was six when he died, and I know that is young. I still remember him though so I do not consider that really young. He died the week after his birthday, and a week before mine. So my birthday was not a wonderfull celebration, but I was okay with it. It has been eleven years now, and it is still hard. I hardly remember his funeral other than it was closed because he did not want to put his kids, and family though that. I know I said something at his funeral I was seven so it is was weird to have me go up there, and sad to say I do not remember it. I would like to say this all gets easier, but there will still be moments when you think about things. I can really only remember one thing, and I hate that I can only remember that because it is not one of the amazing times we spent together. It is hard with unexpected deaths like that, or like the brain aneurysm my uncle had. All I can say is to hold on to the good memories, and forget the bad because you should not reflect upon what was bad, but rejoice the good! I hope things get better! I will be praying!
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