Why did this all of this have to happen so soon? I was only 6 when my brother passed away. I was young at the time, so I didn't really know much of what was happening. My mom and dad were the ones who were definitely more effected by this than I was, because they witnessed it themselves. So for this to happen, it changed them. I was sitting on the couch watching Camp Lazlo with my sister, when both my parents started screaming. They were running to the home phone with my brother in my Dad's hand, and as they ran off outside my sister and I hid on the side of the couch. I was confused at the time, everything was happening so fast. I decided to get up and find out what was happening, but I had to tell my sister first to stay where she was. I didn't know what was going on, I thought less of
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All I remember was sirens around my house, and my Mom crying and yelling at me, telling me “Your brother is gone, he's gone”. I was lost for words, honestly. That really affected me, even till this today it does. After that, my siblings and I took a ride in a cop car where we were headed to my Aunt's house. Everybody was so gloomy to the point that it made me want to cry, but I held it in. My parents were gone all night, it really worried me. The day that they came back, I remembered my aunt embracing my dad in a hug, and crying in each others shoulder. My mom was being embraced by my grandma doing the exact same thing. The scenery dejected me, it was very overwhelming as well. I had to get up and go to the bathroom and cry in there, because I didn't want my parents seeing me like this. For a 6 year old, I didn't like showing my emotions much. During those days of sorrow, my parents were distant. I could understand why, because they were going through so much during the time. I couldn't imagine tho how they were feeling, they were my parents who promised to protect us, and here they were planning a funeral for their child. I wasn't able to attend the funeral,
All I remember was sirens around my house, and my Mom crying and yelling at me, telling me “Your brother is gone, he's gone”. I was lost for words, honestly. That really affected me, even till this today it does. After that, my siblings and I took a ride in a cop car where we were headed to my Aunt's house. Everybody was so gloomy to the point that it made me want to cry, but I held it in. My parents were gone all night, it really worried me. The day that they came back, I remembered my aunt embracing my dad in a hug, and crying in each others shoulder. My mom was being embraced by my grandma doing the exact same thing. The scenery dejected me, it was very overwhelming as well. I had to get up and go to the bathroom and cry in there, because I didn't want my parents seeing me like this. For a 6 year old, I didn't like showing my emotions much. During those days of sorrow, my parents were distant. I could understand why, because they were going through so much during the time. I couldn't imagine tho how they were feeling, they were my parents who promised to protect us, and here they were planning a funeral for their child. I wasn't able to attend the funeral,