When I heard the news of my half-brother Robert D. passing away..I was 7 years old and barely understood a thing about death..I had an uncle pass away just a few months earlier and knew the jist that he was never coming back..
it was about a month later that I was told that Rob had died from a self-inflicted gunshot wound to the chest.
He was ONLY
23 years old.
He had his whole life ahead of him, brothers & sisters who looked up to him like a father, and a best friend..
some days I just lay in bed and think of all the horrible things that have occurred in my life that I like to think wouldn't have happened if he were still here..but I have to come back to the realization that somethings are meant to happen for a reason..he would have been 40 years old this September..
17 years later...I am still questioning why..