This was a draft I wrote in 2010 Forgot to publish it. -I get a call near midnight from my father who's explaining my brother has passed away. This news and hearing my father cry at the samtime was and is extremely heart breaking. Being with family,sharing memories, seeing photo's are all hard. But viewing his body was the hardest.
The thing is...I'm not use to seeing my brother because he's always away.And he's Hardly around. Due to his choice of life to live. So when I saw him laying there, as if he was just asleep. I knew that if he was awake, he would ask me how I was doing and hug me :) But no...not this time. He just laid there, he looked peaceful. But my heart was breaking. And I couldn't help but love on him, kiss him, hug him. I didn't want to leave him. The over protective Big sister feelings started to emerge. He is still My Billy and will always will be.
I can't control when my tears come. They come when they surface.
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