29 October marked 6 months that my brother has been gone. God knows I miss him and no matter how much I smile...it hurts. I feel so guilty when I laugh or smile knowing he’s not here and very much deserves to be. I feel bad for my nephew, because he is without his father and has decided to give up basketball as he was used to his father being around. TBH, life sucks right now and I feel that every time I go back to Clarksville...it’s going to feel a bit different knowing that I wasn’t be able to see him again. This week...I’ve started missing him more and it seems to sting a little. He know his time was short and there was nothing I could do to change his mind...or save him. God knows this is tough...Sometimes, I still text him knowing I’ll never receive a response from him at all.
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