I hate to do this, as I keep my personal stuff very close to my heart, but I thought it only fair to share it with my Midwest Coffee Talk, since I've already shared it with moderation. On Tuesday night, my brother, my only brother, who was also my best friend, was shot and killed. He was just 27 years old. Details are still very sketchy, and for those reasons I will not be sharing much of anything in that regard besides the fact that this was an completely senseless event that even when the facts come out will make it no more easy to wrap my head around. I had last saw him Monday evening, actually, to take him home from work so he wouldn't have to walk in the rain. His last words to me? The words he'd always tell me when I'd have to drop him off somewhere: "Drive safe." He was more worried about me than he was himself. That kid gave, and he gave genuinely and unconditionally.
As you can imagine, I'm absolutely devastated and gutted. To keep myself from completely breaking down mentally and further compromising my physical health, I've thrown myself into being the point person when it comes to planning the funeral. Days and nights are running together, right now. At the moment, the rising sun is a curse not comfort, as it reminds me that I'll never wake another day to see him. I've been sick to go out in public for fear of breaking down sobbing when I see things that remind me or him, or even simply being asked by someone who has no idea about what happened to my family "how are you?"
Never in a million years could I have imagined my family being hit by such a violent crime, and to a person I either saw or heard from nearly every day even as adults. I have family members who I'd not be surprised, unfortunately, to see be a victim of violent crime. My brother was not one of them. So, if you notice my absence her for awhile, I thought I owed you guys this explanation. I'll check in as often as I can, but at the moment, my interests are very narrow: keeping my mental state stable, and helping my family - particularly my mom and dad - with their absolute anguish as they help me with mine.
There will be better days, and I will be fine in the long run; I know this. But, this will be the hardest loss I've dealt with to date, and I imagine it may be years before I can speak of my brother and not be in fear of losing my composure. I thank you all in advance for the kind thoughts, as kinds thoughts from friends and family have genuinely comforted me in this time.
You are all in my thoughts as I work through this senseless tragedy.
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