He Was Just a Baby to Me

I lost my brother in october of 2002. John was a great person with a big heart, always ready to make everyone laugh. He was in the special forces, stationed in Washington. On an over night leave, my brother was involved in an accidential shooting. He was killed instantly. For three days before he died, I kept telling myself how I should call him, but i never made the time. The only thing that keeps me from regretting this is that every other time we talked, i told him how much I loved him and how proud i was of him. Thank God I never forgot to tell him that. My brother was only 22 when we lost him. He was still just a baby to me. He had his whole life left before him. Its not fair. I still cry for him, even after all these years, it hasn't gotten any easier. I don't think that it ever will.
silvertears silvertears
31-35, F
2 Responses Jul 25, 2007

My children were born before their uncle John died, but they were all so young that they really don't remember him. I have done my best to keep his memory alive for them as well as for myself. I don't talk about him like he is still here, but I talk about all the silly things he used to do. My children may not remember him, but they know him through me.

I lost my brother too. He was 17. It's been 7 years so I guess I have a couple on you- so I'll take advantage of the moment and tell you that I think it does get easier. It never gets better- nothing "good" comes from this kind of tragedy, but it does get easier to deal with the grief. I honestly feel that I will grieve over the loss of my little brother for the rest of my life. I've actually thought about not having children because I hate the idea of bringing people into the world that will never know their uncle Scott. Still debating it actually.<br />
My thoughts are with you and I am sad right along with ya.