my only brother was taken from me when i was 16
I never thought that my only brother would be taken from me so fast. I was 16 when he died in a car wreck and he was 18. I am now 22 years old and it finally hit me that hes not returning. I thought that it was a dream that I was going to wake up from for almost 6 years. in that time I went on like nothing has happened. now every time I see his picture or think about him or walk outside I want to cry. for 6 years my life was at a stand still. I still live with my mom. and every time I look out the window I want to see the dirtbike track that we built when we was kids. I still cant ride to this day because I think about him. he taught me almost evertything I know about riding. I remember the first time I ever rode a dirt bike. he taught me. he taught me right from wrong. he was more then a brother and a friend he was my father figure because it was just me him and my mom. theres days where I just want to break stuff and others I wanna go on with my life. for 16 years he has always been there no matter what. and now hes in heaven watching over me. and its hard to think about that when im used to seeing him every day. when im in a happy mood the first thing that wants to come out of my mouth is asking where my brother is. im forced to move on without him. that's what he would want. he always said that when he died to party on. but me im not the party time. but I will move on with my life just for him. the last words he ever said to me he shook my hand and said ill see you tomorrow. tomorrow never came.