Hwta Makes Me Sad

The saddest day of my life was when I was thirteen years old and my brother was murder due to gang related activity. My brother was shot a multiple number of times. He was shot at three times in hid neck and two times in his back. My brother was only twenty two years old when he died. When my brother passed away I was sick for days, and didn't eat because I couldn't believe what had happened. I was alone when it happened and no one was there to comfort me. The solution I took to cope with his death was too simple pray to God everyday for my brother to go to heaven, despite his sins while here on earth. I reached out to my cousins and asked then to help comfort me with the death of my brother. Despite what they told me I felt I was at fault for my brothers death. I asked my brother to take me California, he took me, and if we would have gone he would still probably be here. In present day a picture of my brother hangs on the wall in my room. In remembrance of my brother I have his name tattooed on my arm so I can carry him wherever I go. My brother, J.J. was a wonderful person and a father to two children. My brother was involved in gang related activities, which led to the confrontation of his death. Till this day I know in my heart that I would give anything in this world to have my brother back in my life, and on this earth. I was so close and looked up to my brother because not only was he my best friend but took the role of a father. My father was not always in my life, so when I lost my brother it was also like losing my father.

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