That’s what I wish that I could do. My parents have had eight foster children over the last ten years, and this week my first foster brother Charlie was killed. He died Friday morning, though we found out about his condition Wednesday night. I really can’t write of the details here, but I suppose I can say that his life was taken from him.
He was with my family for a couple years, and then he was adopted by some of his extended family members. We were able to spend Thanksgiving with him this last year. We watched a bunch of old home movies before we sat down to dinner, and though some of what we saw was painfully embarrassing, we still enjoyed a little trip down Memory Lane. What can I tell you about Charlie? He was twenty three and would have gotten married in August. He had a wonderful smile and a silliness that was endearing. He loved being with my family. And I would like to run time back to stop the tragic ending of his life, but I can’t. And tomorrow afternoon we will lay his body to rest, but his spirit is already in heaven, finally set free from the hardships he endured while on this earth. That is what I must concentrate on in order to ease some of the sadness. I am sad. And I’m mad that something so senseless happened. And my mind keeps rejecting the reality of this.
It’s just going to take some time.
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This is so sad. I still can't believe it. I'm glad we got to see him again at Thanksgiving, but in some ways that makes it even more unreal. I just think about watching those videos with him as a little boy and thinking how short his life was to be. It's just terrible.
When I talk about this, I feel very detatched. Like it's not really part of my life, but more just a story.
Like you said, it'll just take time. I don't know how much though. I find that I kinda lose it at the stangest times and then I'm okay, but not. I'm not done grieving, and I'm not done with my anger. I have a lot of that. A whole lot.
Charlie was a good person. He had it rough his whole life, and it appeared that everything was going good for him until that awful day his life was stolen from him.
This is so unreal.It's so hard to except.
For me to get through this I have to take my mind off of the tragedy and think of Charlie in heaven with Jesus.He is truely in a glorius place, happier than he's ever been in his whole life.
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