How To Lose a Brother Sunday, May 16, 2004
My brother is 8 years older than me. He taught me many things. He used to give me rides on his mini bike. He taught me how to play Fur Elise on the paino. When I was younger I used to want to be just like him when I grew up. Never did I want to be like my sisters. It was always my brother Shawn I was going to be. He was the funny one, the clever one, the secretive one. Anything he did, I made plans to do. When he would re-wire an outlet, I would think, I will re-wire an outlet when I get older! When he would wear t-shirts with Kiss or ACDC I would wish I had those shirts so that I could wear them too. He always seemed so intriguing to me. I cried the day he moved out of the house to become independent.
A few years later we almost lost my brother to a car accident. He was in a coma for 6 days and the doctors told us that he would not live. I was completely devastated. I attended school through the whole ordeal and kept distant from most people. It was so hard to feel as though your hero was going to die. I was in gym class when I got a note from the office. I was excused immediatly from class and walked down to the office. The lady in the office took me into a separate room and closed the door and asked me to sit down. I sat down and looked up at her. She smiled down at me and said, "your brother has woke up from his coma." I jumped up and down and ran down the hall. I ran up to my best friend and gave her a hug saying, "He woke up! He woke up!"
It has been 14 years since then. Last week we found out my brother has cancer. The cancer can not be cured. This time my brother will die. I don't know how long I have left with him. I am scared. Worst of all I don't know what to expect.
Her
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Oh my gosh. I found you randomly, I love my bro so much, so I feel badly for you. [dollgirl]
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