My brother, My Best Friend
My life was forever changed by one phone call on May 19, 2012. My cousin Nancy was screaming hysterically into the phone 'Al is dead! Al is dead'. I didn't believe her- I started calling him over and over and over, until my phone was taken from me.
He was and still is my best. Everyone that came into his life, all have reached out to me and let me know how lucky they were to have known him.
He was always my first call for everything that was going on in my life. The wake and funeral were a blur- he was a Marine and ad a military funeral. I adopted his beloved German Shepherd, Magnum.
As the days went on, I stopped living. I was a shell of a person. I retreated into my room and stopped talking- everyone kept saying the pain would get better in time, that's the biggest lie ever told. The pain is always a fresh wound.
I don't know where I go from here. I just want him back. I never thought I would ever say I'm going to see my brother and I'm driving to the cemetery.
I feel stuck. I've been working really hard with my therapist and psychiatrist. But no matter how hard I put the work in, I cry daily.
The only thing I have that no one can ever take away from me was the way we ended every call 'I love You'.