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Jun 28, 2005 22:25

Things change so quickly... I've always feared change because it means an end. An end to something we thought we knew. An end to something we may never have again. On thursday, my brother was born 18 years ago. On December 28, 2002 my brother died. I used to have a brother... now I don't remember what it felt like. I remember a few things, ( Read more... )

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forrestbs4 June 29 2005, 04:22:27 UTC

April, just because you are strong doesn't mean you can't be happy. You can be strong and lively. I've never lost a sibling, but I've lost every grandparent but 1. So I know how it is to lose someone so close to you. It's hard adjusting, I understand. You're having to start over in a sense, I understand that. But It's ok that happens. Memories are what hold them together. They (he) may not be there physically with you, next to you to hold your hand or put their (his) arm around you, but theyare (he's) definitely with you in heart and mind. When you're scared or sad or even excited they (he) is with you holding your hand, leading you the in the right direction. These kinds of changes do change people. I still think you're creative, energetic, sensitive, and definitely funny. But I love you April and I'm here for you if you need me.

Just so you know, this made me cry for like 10 mins, lol...

ericad00 June 29 2005, 13:03:45 UTC

Wow! Reading thing was like reading my own life. I know exactly what you are talking about. I remember the night that Dallas died, my neighbor came over to my house and I had been too numb to cry at that point but then I fell to pieces, "What am I gonna do, Ms. Barbara?" I sobbed, I wanted to be consoled, "You'll be strong for your mom and dad," that was my consolation. So at that point I dried my eyes and I was strong. The only time that I got to morn was when I was alone, in the shower, locked away in my room, at the park when I could sneak away, or in my bed at night. Everyone kept telling me to be strong and somewhere along the line I just learned to smile and not produce any tears and fool those around me (sometimes I try to fool myself). I've told my mom time and again that it hurts for me to talk about it and I don't feel that I can share it with her but yet I endure the same comments, "Dallas would have done that wouldn't he? Dallas would have liked that wouldn't he? Did Dallas watch that show?" I DON"T KNOW! "I wish Dallas ( ... )