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i had a little brother who died when he was a baby. wow.. that sentence was direct and to the point. i was young.. i think i was about 6 - 7 years old so can't really remember much about him. i wonder if my sister can even remember him at all. she was about 4 or 5 when our brother passed away. his name was billy leon and was the first child that my mum and stepfather had together. i think he died less than 2 years of age and his death brought so much sadness to my mum for a long time. i remember the yearly trip we had to make to the cemetary either on his birthday or date of his death and that my mum would put fresh flowers on his grave and spend the rest of the time crying. he would be a grown man by now, perhaps even starting a family of his own. i wonder what type of person he would have grown up to be. my stepfather had an older brother named jerry. uncle jerry was handsome, funny, and very charismatic. i remember seeing a picture of him when he was young and thinking how handsome he was. he always had a cool car and beautiful women. uncle jerry loved elvis and kinda introduced me to his music. dad listened to nothing but country music and was kinda the opposite of uncle jerry. i always looked up to uncle jerry because he had that badboy image that i always liked, kinda like james dean, a young rebel without a cause. as uncle jerry got older i guess he turned into an alcoholic. funny thing was that i had never seen him ever losing his temper. one day uncle jerry apparantly got drunk over something and started a fight with his best friend who subsequently ended up shooting and killing him. my dad cried for a long time afterwards. it was the second time i had ever seen him cry. my stepdad's father was named jim. pawpaw jim used to be a bootlegger during the 1920's or 30's and would tell stories of how he once met bonnie and clyde, the famous gangsters. he had a stand-up piano in the living room and used to play it a little and sing some old timey songs. paw paw jim was a real hoot. he used to call me "smokey". (which i think is a derogatory term but was too young to know it at the time) and i had to spend one summer with him and nanny jean. they lived in a very old house that they had been renting for at least 30 years. mornings would be spent by collecting eggs from the chickens. afternoons would be spent on picking blackberries from thorny vines. the rest of the day would be spent spreading the big-ass pile of small rocks on the driveway leading up to the house. there was no hot water or shower. showers was a hose that was overhead hanging outside the house. u had to be quick otherwise a customer would drive up and see u all naked. he lived in a "dry" county which means that u couldn't buy /sell any alcohol but never seemed to lose that bootlegging part of him. i remember accompanying him to the next county and helping him load all of the alcohol into the trunk of his car. he would then proceed to sell it out of his house. people would show up at all hours of the day and night to get their illegal alcohol. paw paw jim sold alcohol up until the time of his death. i think he finally passed away during his late 80's after a lengthy battle with diabetes. yes its sad to lose a loved one, but fortunately life goes on. even though they are gone, their memories will live in us forever. try and have a wonderful day everyone. - Chol | ||
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| I can see both pain and happiness in your post. Really don't know what else to say. Sleep well and have a good day tomorrow
Joanna xxx | |||
| Posted by Munchkin | |||
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| It is always hard to lose someone especially hard it is when parents lose their children but you are right, life goes on we have to live no matter how bad we feel - i know it is easier to go through all suffer when you are not alone. And i hope you will have someone truly special to share good and bad things.
Have a good day, chol | |||
| Posted by lena | |||
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| I know what it's like to lose a close family member. My older brother passed away in August of 1996, so this year will be 10 years since his death. He was 18, and if he were alive today he would be 28 in less than a month. It's difficult to visit the cemetary, b/c he's buried in Jacksonville, Florida, and that's about a 6 hour drive from here. Last year my grandmother(my dad's mom) passed away on his birthday. They are buried fairly close together, with only 6 stones seperating them. It's hard to lose a loved one, and you always wonder who they'd be today if they were still alive. Just a couple months ago Kenny Chesney released a song "Who You'd be Today" and I'd like to share with you the lyrics:
Sunny days seem to hurt the most Wear the pain like a heavy coat I feel you everywhere I go See your smile, I see your face I hear you laughing in the rain Still can't believe your gone (Chorus:) It ain't fair you died to young Like a story that had just begun But death tore the pages all away God knows how I miss you All the hell that I've been through Just knowing, no one could take your place Sometimes I wonder, who you'd be today Would you see the world Would you chase your dreams Settle down with a family I wonder what would you name your babies Someday's the sky's so blue I feel like I can talk to you And I know it might sound crazy (Chorus) Today [3x] Today [3x] Sunny days seem to hurt the most I wear the pain like a heavy coat The only thing that gives me hope Is I know, I'll see you again someday Someday, someday | |||
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