20 years ago tonight, my little brother walked out the front door and he never came home. On July 16, 1994 at 11:45 p.m. he suffered 3 gunshot wounds. On July 17, 1994 at 1:02 a.m. he died of his injuries. The actions of those hours would alter the course of our lives, of my life, forever. I dont know where I would be or who I would be if he were still here. What I do know is that I lost my best friend, the person who held my hand when I was scared, the person who made me laugh when I was sad and the person who I thought would always be there. My Son lost an uncle. He wouldve been the greatest uncle ever! My parents lost their baby. My Mother lost her health and her hope and eventually her own life because of her heartbreak. Tonight is a night that haunts me to the core. I miss my Brother dearly. My heart will always have an empty space where his smile and laughter once lived. So tonight, Ill remember the good times and try to forget how very much we lost the night he became an Angel...
Posted on: Thu, 17 Jul 2014 03:10:22 +0000
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