My Brother's Death: A Short Story

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Tomorrow is not promised to anyone. This was a statement that I had heard many times growing up in a christian household; this was the motto that we lived by. Things took an intense turn after my brother died in 2011. Although his death caused heartbreak and hopelessness, it also taught me love compassion and how to live in the moment.
Our final weeks we had left were amazing, I remember it like it was yesterday. It was a Sunday August 21st, the day of our church annual picnic at Long Lake. It was a very long and aggravating drive to the lake, I was sitting in the backseat with my brother and his son sitting in between the two of us. My brother kept pulling my hair and gripping my thigh in that tickalish spot. This was the ultimate car ride
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Numb to school, numb to friends and life period. I was going through a dark depression and I could not see my way out of it. There was no light at the end of the tunnel. I would eat once and call it good I was being force fed by my mom. It was getting worse and worse as the weeks progressed, it had gotten so bad I was forced to counseling. I never spoke to him. Why would I he didnt know what I was going through, he didnt understand my hurt and pain, he didnt understand, and so I was not going to speak. About 5months of this depression I turned to reading, It was my only escape, when I was reading it took me away from this hell hole you people called …show more content…
Because all the reading that I did it grew on me and so I enjoy reading. This year i scored extremely high on my accuplacer and I tested out of taking a reading test that every student must take at Wyoming. I have learnt that I hate talking about my feelings and in many different ways that has cost me some really important people and things in my life. But I am working on that.If you ask me now if I regret anything that happened in 2011-2012 I will tell you no. Who knows maybe my brother would have been back to his old ways, God had him where he wanted him and as long as I know that he died in christ Im okay with it. I do miss my brother dearly but I know now after losing many more people after him, its life and not all people get to live it to the fullest. I know that life is not promised to anyone, its something that I will never forget. I try not to dwell on things that I cant change i jsut try to remmeber: Tomorrow is a new day and a new start

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