The Day My Brother Left

This poem made me cry. I lost my little 15 year old brother in August. He drowned. I felt the exact way when I got to the hospital. I'm sorry for your lost.

In 2005 my older brother, Garion, died in a ATV accident while on vacation. I saw it. He had punctured both lungs. It was something I wish I hadn't seen. Now though, I care for my younger brother even more, I NEVER say I hate him, even if I am mad at him before I walk out the room I say ''I love you''. Just in case that is the last time one of us sees the other. Really changed the way I think.

On April 27th 2009 I lost my brother, Justin he died in a motorcycle accident he was only 31 yrs old and left behind 3 beautiful children. Sierra 12, Quinton 10, and Olivia 5. its been almost 2 years and I still struggle with his passing. we come from a very large family. my mother had 9 children. I am the baby and he was the baby boy we are exactly a year and a month apart so we were very close growing up. I look at life so different now. I don't take anything for granted anymore. I let the people around me know how much I love them. you never know when that person will be gone

This poem hit so close to home for me that its scary! My big brother was killed on a dirt bike in 1988, he was 14 years old, and I was only 12. And that morning we did have words, words that to this day I will never forget because I told him "big brothers I hate them" he said " little sisters can't stand them" and those were the last words we ever spoke to one another because he was killed that night. Now that I'm older I know that we both didn't mean it but I will never ever forget those last words! Just goes to show that you need to watch what you say to people because it may be the last time you ever talk to them!

I lost my brother on 13th Nov 2010, aged 38. Its been 7 months now and I think about him everyday. He left behind 4 sisters and a mum who loved him dearly. She is heartbroken. He also had 2 sons and 2 daughters, and his first grandchild has just been born! People tell you it will get easier but it the moment it doesn't feel like it. Some days are worse than others and we can't accept what happened. What hurts the most is that we didn't get chance to say goodbye, he drowned. Love and miss you so much Boo, until we meet again xxxxxx

This poem is so beautiful. I lost my younger brother as well, he was 24 and he was killed during a freak accident at work, he was electrocuted. I talked to him the night before and I am so happy that before we hung up we said I love you to each other... you never know.

I lost my big brother Colton Raveling on August 31st and he had just turned 20 on the 17th. The day before he had died I had seen him and he was at work, I was so mad at him because he had forgotten my Birthday and so I was mad at him. I yelled I hate you and I kept walking past his work to my moms work, then I got to my moms work and I realized that I just said something really mean and so I ran back to his work and he wasn't there so I tried to call him but he ignored my calls. I went home feeling really bad about what I had said. I went to bed that night and I woke up to my brother A.J. shaking me and telling me that our dad had left a message on his phone, so we turned the volume all the way up and this is what it said, "hey guys I was just calling to let you know that God has came and taken your brother Colton. I really need to hear from you guys and tell you the whole story, so if you could when you get this just give me a call and I will explain everything." As soon as it got over we both just fell over and started to cry and my mom woke up and ran at us and asked what was wrong and we said that Colton had died and she called my dad and we all talked about what happened and later that day I went to school and about 20 minutes of being there I had to leave cause I couldn't handle it. But I know what it feels like to lose a very close family member and we will get through it with the love and support of others that care about us.. I can still picture his face when I told him that I hated him... =(

I know how you feel. when I was 10 years old my older brother Shaun was murdered. He was shot 18 times over a girl he was just friends with. Before he died I thought that everyone lived forever. That was the first death in my family that I knew of. Shaun was like a dad to me. When I had no one there he was always there. Even though he was 10 years older than me that didn't matter. even though I was his adoptive sister he treated me like we had the same parents. no of that mattered to him. he treated me the same. It's been 7 years since he died and I still have a hard time realizing that he's dead and never coming back. Me and my brother used to fight all the time but we always forgave each other and loved each other. I still can't forgive the person that killed him but hopefully one day I can.

Honestly I haven't even read the poem yet, I couldn't get past the preface. My amazing, compassionate, full of life son left for Heaven 7/4/10 after we had been ATV riding and watched a fireworks show. It was dark, things looked different and he missed a curve and that was the last time I ever got to hold my baby in my arms. One minute laughing and having the best time and the next minute before my eyes it was over - just like that. Ironically he is forever 13 as well. He also left behind a baby Sister who is 8 years younger and they adored each other like you wouldn't believe. So hard for all of us every second of every day.

I had lost my brother in a vehicle rollover accident on 12th of October 2006, two day before my marriage, he was only 21. By Gods grace, recently he had added Organ Donors to his ID and one week before he had life insurance...most of his organs were donated!!! Like God knew something was coming.....I had seen my brother couple of hour before that day as he was leaving to pick up some guest for my marriage from the airport, and I did not get a chance to speak or say bye. That day was just an ugly day filled with dark clouds, thundering, and raining... like something bad was going to happen. Now still I do not accept that he is dead...I can't even say that word. Yet, I say he is gone far away, or not with us, but he is with god. Miracle had happened nine months and nine days later, my sis had a baby boy, and my parents believed that it was him, because they had this happened before when hey had lost baby son at age of one, and then year later they had another son who looked just like him and that was same the same son they lost now in 2006. Now my parents had raised my sister's baby and he is 6 yrs old...and he acts and looks like my brother. So miracles do happen if you believe in them.