I can't stop thinking about it. My older/ younger brother died last week. I don't want any pity. Wherever he is, I hope he's okay. I wish I could've told him I loved him one last time. My mother says it's my fault, which it just might be. He died of an aneurysm. I lov him with all my heart... and he loved me... more than a brother should, but he couldn't comprehend that. Maybe if I had just payed along... but why? Why did he have to go... whenever I think about it I cry. It's awful. My sweet brother.... My sweet sweet brother... I love you. cry And I will never cry enough tears... I'm sorry you had to go...
 Alfons_Heidrich · Thu Jul 19, 2007 @ 09:28pm · 0 Comments |
