So, what this thread is really about is just getting some things off my chest. Writing seemed to be the best way to speak my mind and soothe it in a way. Please do not post rude or hurtful things because this really does bother me. It's really the only thing that does. Now, on to what this thread is about.
Today, (12-8-12)/(December 8th, 2012) marks exactly 3 years since I lost my brother due to him passing away. Now in those 3 years, how he died is still under investigation. The news and Police all tried to pass it off as he was drunk driving. However I knew my brother better than anyone, and he didn't drink. Ever. My family and I have met with hundreds and hundreds of investigators. Now, 3 years later, they all are saying the same thing as to how my brother actually was killed. Murder. The night he died, I had been talking to him all night. I remember he told me he loved me and some other things, but I didn't think anything of it. I thought he was just being my brother. When I woke up the next morning, my parents had told me what happened, and I can't describe the feeling that hit me. I felt like a hole went through my chest. Like I couldn't breathe. Any way, I'd give anything to know what truly happened that night. It would answer so many questions. It's the thoughts that always come into my head that really bother me, but I just have to live with them. Hopefully next year around this time, I will know what happened. Or at least have a decent idea. Enough of this though, it's a little too personal. I really just wanted to share with you guys and get it off my chest. If you read this all the way to the bottom, thank you very much. It means a lot.
If anyone has lost someone of importance or someone close to them (parent, bother, sister, etc.) feel free to talk to me about it if you'd like. I've been through it. I'd be glad to help you out.
Cheers guys.
Today, (12-8-12)/(December 8th, 2012) marks exactly 3 years since I lost my brother due to him passing away. Now in those 3 years, how he died is still under investigation. The news and Police all tried to pass it off as he was drunk driving. However I knew my brother better than anyone, and he didn't drink. Ever. My family and I have met with hundreds and hundreds of investigators. Now, 3 years later, they all are saying the same thing as to how my brother actually was killed. Murder. The night he died, I had been talking to him all night. I remember he told me he loved me and some other things, but I didn't think anything of it. I thought he was just being my brother. When I woke up the next morning, my parents had told me what happened, and I can't describe the feeling that hit me. I felt like a hole went through my chest. Like I couldn't breathe. Any way, I'd give anything to know what truly happened that night. It would answer so many questions. It's the thoughts that always come into my head that really bother me, but I just have to live with them. Hopefully next year around this time, I will know what happened. Or at least have a decent idea. Enough of this though, it's a little too personal. I really just wanted to share with you guys and get it off my chest. If you read this all the way to the bottom, thank you very much. It means a lot.
If anyone has lost someone of importance or someone close to them (parent, bother, sister, etc.) feel free to talk to me about it if you'd like. I've been through it. I'd be glad to help you out.
Cheers guys.