LOSING MY FAMILY

by kim hawkins
(dover,ar,us)

My little brother was always overweight, but when my dad called at 3:30am, I knew something was wrong. He said he thought my brother was dead. I jumped from the bed to meet them at the hospital, when I got there my worse fear had hit,HE'S DEAD!

I walked to the back where they had been working on him, when I walked in I told him to get up, we're going home. Stop playing and get your cloths on, no answer, that's when I realized he was gone, that was march 2008.

My father took my brothers death hard, he wouldn't eat half the time and always had a whiskey bottle with him. My father started getting sick in August 2008. In December I took him to the hospital to have his colon scoped, he never came home, he died Dec, 2008. Nine months after my brother.

Now i am in shock, the 2 people I counted on and talked to were gone, why ,why am I going through this?

April 14 my son came home from work and said I think my heart was bothering me today, oh, you're too young to have heart problems I said and he laughed.

The next day he called to say he was on his way home. He was upset because the new boss had talked to him like a dog and made him stay over, while the rest got to go home. He wasn't feeling good that day. When he didn't come home, I started calling him.

I bet I called 50 times, so my husband went looking for him. He tried the hospitals, then the sheriff's office, he called to say he was headed home, he found him.

I got off the phone and started getting on my shoes, then it hit me like a ROCK! He's in the morgue! I called my husband back, where is he, I'll tell you when I get there, no tell me now!

I cried out, he's dead isn't he, it was silent, I dropped to the floor like someone had just shot me, my life would never be the same. That was April 15, 2008. He was only 19.