In loving memory of…
My brother committed suicide on the 6th of March 2017. One of the hardest things I’ve ever had to deal with in my life. I used to think suicide was a selfish act until he took his own life. I know he was dealing with a lot. Too much actually. After it happened I had so many questions. I felt like I had failed him. I couldn’t even remember my last conversation with him.
What I do remember though, is how he looked at me. He had such a proud look on his face everytime he looked at me. It’s almost like I could hear him say..”Bushy (that’s what he used to call me), I’m so proud of you.”
It’s that look that keeps me going today. Yes, I miss him alot but I know that he would’ve wanted me to do great things with my life and that’s exactly what I intend on doing.
This image on the left is of my niece holding a framed image of her dad. My brother.
RIP abuti. Until we meet again.
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Colour.
