"He died instantly..."
Last night the day before his birthday, my brother was killed in a car accident. He and his "friends" were joyriding in a stolen car. As of right now he was the only one who died. One boy is in surgery and the other came from it with only a few scratches and bruises. Another boy apparently jumped out of the car.
I have complained about my siblings since before I can remember but never have I wished for them to die, especially over some stupid shit that could have been prevented. He would have turned 15 today. No matter what he had done before, he could have changed his fate if he had just listened to the advice so many people had given him.
WHen I heard there had been an accident, i could only think of horrible terrible things, but death was never the outcome. When the officer told us i was numb, my grama, aunt and cousin couldnt stop crying and i was silence, abosorbing it all in, asking the questions. I couldnt cry, it was taked back to the day I found out my mother died and then the day my great-grama died. I could justify their deaths but not his. I needed someone to talk to but it was after 12 when i got homa and my grama was trying to check on the other boys who were in the car. I couldnt cry, not until I talked/IMed some I felt totally safe with. I love my family but with my friends, there seems to be an unpenitrable comfort that allows me feel what i want to feel and be who i want to be.
KAY
I have complained about my siblings since before I can remember but never have I wished for them to die, especially over some stupid shit that could have been prevented. He would have turned 15 today. No matter what he had done before, he could have changed his fate if he had just listened to the advice so many people had given him.
WHen I heard there had been an accident, i could only think of horrible terrible things, but death was never the outcome. When the officer told us i was numb, my grama, aunt and cousin couldnt stop crying and i was silence, abosorbing it all in, asking the questions. I couldnt cry, it was taked back to the day I found out my mother died and then the day my great-grama died. I could justify their deaths but not his. I needed someone to talk to but it was after 12 when i got homa and my grama was trying to check on the other boys who were in the car. I couldnt cry, not until I talked/IMed some I felt totally safe with. I love my family but with my friends, there seems to be an unpenitrable comfort that allows me feel what i want to feel and be who i want to be.
KAY