I thought of a lot of dates to look up but the first date that comes to mind is this one. This was the day my older brother died. It’s strange to see a picture of another person’s memory of that day. For me that day began with the sound of my mothers howling tears waking me up and I knew. I prayed it was something else but I knew someone I loved was gone in that moment. My brother committed suicide in the garage on that day. He was a beautiful person who never got the help he needed. I miss him still
Sunday, June 8, 1980
I thought of a lot of dates to look up but the first date that comes to mind is this one. This was the day my older brother died. It’s strange to see a picture of another person’s memory of that day. For me that day began with the sound of my mothers howling tears waking me up and I knew. I prayed it was something else but I knew someone I loved was gone in that moment. My brother committed suicide in the garage on that day. He was a beautiful person who never got the help he needed. I miss him still