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shutup and take my hand
Six years have come. Six years have gone. Six summers, winters, springs, and falls. Six years since you left for good, you were young, and dumb. Only fourteen with not a single care in the world. You passed away when things were going great, but you’ve made me into the person I am today. I think about you everyday, the good, the bad, the funny, and the sad. We laughed and cried together, shared the same dream, and had big plans to accomplish it. It was accomplished, but at your funeral. One brother left my life, but I was reconnected with another,my little brother Matthew. Mikey was awesome. We had tons of fun together, there was never a dull moment. We always told each other we’d find Matt and all be together, and we did, but it was the tragic death of my brother that brought Matt & I together. My life was completely broken in half the morning of June 17, 2007. I didn’t receive the phone call I knew I’d get. I knew it was coming, but it never really came. I saw it on the news. But I knew as soon as my now ex-step-mom woke me up frantically at three in the morning telling me mikey had fallen in the lake that I’d never truly be with him again. Mikey was the person I looked up too. “Never like a boy, or I’ll beat him up” were the last words he said to me. I just laughed it off and walked to the other side of the lake unknowingly my life would be changed only a few hours later. Mikey’s death broke me down, beat me up, and left me in the gutter, but with the help from my strong support system I made it out. I’m better than ever, and today isn’t filled with sadness, but with the happiness, and memories I shared with my older brother. And yes I still miss him, I still cry, I ask why, I hate the world for taking him from me, and I’m still sad, but Mikey’s death taught me the most important lesson of my life, cherish the people in your life, you truly never know when they will be gone.
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