This is my twin brother and I. He passed away 4 years ago. That changed my life forever. He was my hero and my best friend.
My brother meant the world to me. Every day waking up not being able to say “good morning”, really kills me inside . That is only the least of my hurt. I live everyday knowing he isn’t here because of me and me wanting to please everyone.
My brother helped me through everything and no matter what he was by my side. The one day I knew he was never going to leave my side was the day my uncle raped me… That day my brother noticed a change in me and we spend that night hugging. The worst part of that was it was our 7th birthday.
Being raped from 7 to 15 takes a big toll on your life. I never acted my age but that forced me to grow up. My brother did what he could to help and stop everything but he could only do so much. Everytime he tried to stop my uncle my uncle would beat him, it got to the point where a gun was pulled.
My brother played a big role in my life, losing a part of myself. I watched as my brother died. Knowing I couldn’t help made me feel like I failed him, and after all he did for me that was the least I could do .
Not a day goes by when I don’t think about him. I miss him. I wish for just one time I could have been there for him when he needed me …
I know everyone says R.I.P but I would like to say look over me and help me understand why you had to leave. I miss you.