remember my brother's life instead of his death.

the darkest day i’ve ever been apart of was on May 19, 2007. my world was shattered when i heard the news about my brother while i was 8 months pregnant. to this day, i have not accepted this and i refuse to, i keep thinking he’s coming back, he means the world to me and my mom and my daughter will never know him, it kills me because we have so many thing to do still, so many laughs, so many moments we haven’t shared yet. i’ll never see him old, never see him as a father, an uncle, everything stopped that day. until recently, i haven’t smiled, my husband says that i’m a walking zombie, it’s for him that i’m trying to smile again but in my heart i feel like i went with him that day.