Cruel world.
Hang in there.
It sounds like you loved your brother very much. What's your favorite memory of him?
I love everybody. It's a hardship unduly deserved, but a burden I must carry.
I have a hard time finding a memory of favor, for all feel sick and frightening. I'd constantly have PTSD nightmares about my inability to fight back, it'd merely tickle him.
He was but a child without the chance to live. He hurt me so harshly, yet my father had hurt him more. By his abuse, my brother chose the safety of the streets, rather than the shelter of love.
I don't blame him, I almost became him, I was just lucky. An agonizing fortune.
I wish he wasn't gone, he deserved his life as much as any of us. He had found god and began repenting. He knew they were killing his old gang mates and he was not long for this world if he stayed in Chicago.
I too would rather die near mother, than coward away. For what is life if not taking a stand and declaring your intent on this world. He had found god in his final weeks, he said to my mother, "He is your compensation for all the misery you have experienced."
I hate that he gave me such beauty and value, because everyday I have to make sure he's right. Otherwise I have forgotten him. What would his suffering bring if not my compassion for mankind.
The darkness outside with the sunflowers peeking in the window is a very nice composition, I feel like it reflects the feeling of loss and grief while also showing the potential of hope and joy.
And condolences from an internet stranger, for what that’s worth.
Thank you, your kindness is not empty regardless of how we came to meet. It is appreciated, cherished, and remembered.
Thank you for liking the picture, I dream he will see me one day.
Looks like a significant amount of effort was put into growing those, are they yours? The humidity on the window makes me think that's a dedicated plant room.
There's beauty in our pain
Sunflowers are awesome. They're my favourite flower, even have one tattooed
My condolences 💜
It's a couple months to the 4th anniversary of my brother's suicide. I'm so sorry for what you're going through. I hope you're able to still talk to him, as much as any of us can. There are people there for you if you need them, though you may have to look for them.
All my love.
I really appreciate that, he wasn't a good man, my brother that is. To most he'd be remembered as a statistic but he was a man no less, and my brother no more. Yet he was killed in the streets like an animal, it saddens me.
I'm sorry you lost yours too, please take my love and hope for your grieving to find comfort. Thank you for sharing yours, thank you for gifting me companionship in something so horrid.
I don't feel so alone.
My brother wasn't a good person either, at least not most of the time. He always, always made me feel safe though. I never got to tell him how much he meant to me, and he never got to see his nieces and nephews.
I'm glad you feel less alone, and myself, and likely others in your life, are here for you <3
Sorry for your loss.
Thank you :)
The name made me giggle!
The accent varies by diet.
