death, be not proud
I was born into a happy world, with the knowledge that I have an older brother, an only sibling, being 7 years apart, I looked up to him and respected him dearly regardless of the many petty arguments, I loved my brother and could never imagine a day without him.. Until of course, the tragic day came upon my family, on the 29th of the 11th month 2012, at about 00:05 am in the morning, my mother received a phone call that my brother had fallen off a 4 story window and cannot be seen, death did not cross my mind at that instant, until the paramedics confirmed it.. I was shattered to bits and pieces, he was only 20 and going for 21 on the 15th of the 12th month.. Up to this day, I cannot comprehend what I go through every second, I go through life but I'm not happy, I see no reason to be happy because the person that gave me that reason, is no more. We did so many things together, I remember all the fun times we shared, the laughs, the moments we spent just listening to music.. My brother was a free spirit, who possessed many awesome qualities and today I'm brother less, I'm empty and I miss im every second.. There's so much that was left unsaid...