I miss you Jay
It was early in the morning in July 1999(a little before 3 a.m. to be exact), that my Mom answered the phone. On the end a cool calm collective crazed ex-girlfriend of my brother Jason saying,"Get here fast, Jason's not breathing". Needless to say screams were started did you call 911...I'm on my way...before I knew it my brother was dead...but not just dead. ..murdered. ..poisoned...poisoned by an ex . He was only 26. I was 12.. I didn't want to know anyone dead, not yet. I didn't want my brother to be dead. It wasn't true. How could she have poisoned him. How did she put pills in his drink. That day my life forever changed.
I forever grieve in July. I'm no longer 12. I am now 27. However my wounds from his death are as sharp as yesterday. My husband says that I don't deal with death well. I think I do. It's just who really handles losing their brother or sister, or guardian to murder well?