Strength Without You

• by PK
• 4 years ago

I lost my younger brother on May 27, 2017. He was just 20 years old. He commited suicide. I still can't believe it happened.

• by Cody Wall
• 6 years ago

I lost my younger brother on May 26, 2017, from a car crash that had happened 3 days prior. He fought hard, but the pressure he had in his head grew too much and we lost him. I still can't find a new normal. I find it especially hard to deal with it happening to him at such a young age of 19, but I find reading other people's stories and listening to music helps me remember him. When I am remembering him in those ways, it pushes me to keep pushing on.

• by Sabrina
• 7 years ago

We lost our baby brother Sep 25th 2010 in a car accident that took the lives of my brother (age 24), his girlfriend (age 22), and a close family friend (age 42). I remember my cousin beating on my door at around 2 am. I could tell by the look on her face it was bad, but when she told me my little brother was gone, it felt like somebody hit me in the chest with a sledgehammer. I couldn't catch my breath. I think I began throwing up after she told me. Everything got hazy. I miss my baby brother every day. Although he was 8 years younger than me, we were super close, as well as our middle brother. We were always close growing up, and even after we had our own children we remained close. We love each other.

• by Summer Ann
• 8 years ago

I lost my brother when I was 14 years old. I am now 17, and losing my brother made me realize a lot of things in life. He passed away from liver failure (he was also born with it). His name is (not WAS, because he will always be with us in spirit) Jeramiah, and he would be 20 now. He will forever be missed along with all the other brothers who had to leave their little sisters or big sisters behind because of tragic accidents. May your heart rest and your soul forever be alive.

• by Sis. Maryam Chambler
• 8 years ago

One early morning in the month of January, I received a call. The voice said, "My mother is in ICU. I think you should come." In less than a minute, I found myself behind the wheel, traveling, praying, making deals with God. I knew that day and that call would come someday, but when that call came in that early morning in the month of January, I was not prepared. My heart felt heavy. My sister was to be gone in that early morning month of January. I walk alone now, with memories, with tears, with smiles, with sighs, and I think about that early morning in the month of January.