My brother Jonnie is gone.
by Sonia Holland
I lost my brother on April 6, 2013. He was hit by a train in Manhattan. I miss him a lot. He would call me everyday long distance just to tell me he was still living, where he was and that he loved me and the family. We always talked about everything, our family and people. He would always say, I am going to take care of you He lived homeless by choice. Sometimes he would stay with me when he would visit. We were foster children. Separated from my mom when we were younger. However we always stayed in contact with each other. there were times when he would be living with me. It was difficult at times because they had been diagnosed with Paranoia schizophrenia. But I miss him a lot. I thought I saw him today. Someone looked just like him.