Welcome to Gaia! :: View User's Journal | Gaia Journals

(p.s, for anyone reading this, please know that what I'm writing about is about me. Not any story. I'm writing this because if anyone has any problems I have, I want people to feel like there not the only one having difficulties in life.)

Like i said, on the date of 05/26/2008, my brother died. Aaron, a man who had an amazing heart and an even better family drowned in Miami, Florida. It hit everyone hard at my household when my mom and dad told me and my sister. Everyone shed tears, but i was always shy around crying around people. For a couple of days, I was in depression and always having anger issues. At that point not only was I said, but i was confused. At the age of around only 24 when he died, why would he go swimming in a lake, at night when the water was so choppy and high. I'm still frustrated about it today that he ended his life in such a stupid way. The funeral, about a week later was even more traumatizing. Almost the whole family was there, and my step mom (his mom) could not stop crying. She only stopped when she saw him being put in the ground, when my uncles had to move her off the casket. But, as much as i think about it, or how people might think it is bad, I think it also made me stronger in a way.


The days he was alive was amazing though. The strange thing is that we were both born on September 24, and were born the same time, and date. When he was alive, usually on birthdays, we would always go outside and he would tell me his life. He would tell me of how he grew up, his girlfriend (and soon to be wife), and always tell me something of his life. Now, whenever I feel like i need to talk to him, at the back of my complex, there's a lake and I always sit by the plush green grass and talk to him. Figuratively speaking. It's calming even though he may not talk back. I always know he'll be in my heart