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 that I would have with my brother and not knowing that he would be dead two weeks later. Once we arrived at Long Lake, my pastor called people down for baptisms. We hastily walked to the the lake missing the sweet aroma of ribs, sweet potato pie, baked mac and cheese and much more. The instant we arrived to the first set of trees that were along the sandy trail the smell was gone, and we were instantly consuming the smell of the …show more content…
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
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 that I would have with my brother and not knowing that he would be dead two weeks later. Once we arrived at Long Lake, my pastor called people down for baptisms. We hastily walked to the the lake missing the sweet aroma of ribs, sweet potato pie, baked mac and cheese and much more. The instant we arrived to the first set of trees that were along the sandy trail the smell was gone, and we were instantly consuming the smell of the …show more content…
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