So I’ve been asked to remove parts of my blog. Parts
specifically relating to my brother’s death. Most of these details can be found
in the local newspaper. Why can they be found there? Well because Micheal died
in a public place behind a firehouse. Micheal chose his spot. Micheal chose a
time when no one would be able to stop him. He didn’t want to be stopped. I don’t
know why he wanted to, but he went and he did it. That can’t be denied.
I was told to write it in a journal. I don’t want to write
my thoughts and feelings down in a journal. If I did then I wouldn’t have
started this at all. Why write at all? I started the blog because I wanted to
share with others. Not because I wanted to keep it all bottled up to myself and
deal with this alone. Sharing is healing for me and frankly its time I heal.
My husband is home from war. My children are growing. My
family is prepping for another move. I need to do this and I need to do this
now. I don’t want to go on depressed not dealing with it. I don’t want to walk
around and not be able to look at a pack of M & Ms and think of him and
want to cry in the middle of the store. Its time I grieve and heal. I can’t
wait on others to do this myself. I’m doing it now and I’m doing it for me. I’m
not doing it for anyone else anymore. This is for me.
So here’s the warning. I’ll edit my last blog, but I won’t
edit any more. You aren’t required to read this. I don’t require anyone to read
it. So you can keep your eyes closed, skip over the link, block me completely.
Frankly though I’m not going to worry about upsetting anyone else anymore. I’m
not going to worry about if something I do or my kids do might upset someone or
hurt their feelings.
I have many feelings over what happened with my brother. My
strongest of them all is RAGE & ANGER. I’m 27 years old. My husband is in
the army and has been to Iraq three times. While we’ve talked and essentially
planned out his service in the event that anything should happen, I’ve never truly
thought I would ever use those plans. I’ve always thought that the first time I’d
ever have to step into a funeral home to make arrangements for a loved one
would be for my parents, when I would be at an age that I’d have my own
grandchildren. I never thought that I would plan my baby brother’s service. But
that’s what I did. I went into that funeral home with my parents, my big
brother and his wife, one of my sisters, and my aunt. I went in upset and hurt.
I came out angered and feeling a great need to punch someone.
I’ve always taken a great disliking to anyone who upsets my
mother. Right or wrong I’ve always taken her side and stood up for her. This was
no exception. My mother was hurt beyond belief and I was angered that she was
feeling so. Who was I mad at? At that time I’m not sure. I was angry at God
maybe. I might have been angry with Micheal. At that time I would have slugged
the first person to look at me the wrong way. Now nearly three months later
though, I’m angry at Micheal. He chose this. We had no warning, no note to
leave behind. No last minute ‘I love yous.’ We are all left in a shambled mess
wondering what we could have done to stop it. We are all left blaming ourselves.
But I wonder if Micheal really thought about how we all might feel.
I remember telling Micheal that night before that I loved
him. He just gave me this look like ‘whatever you just stole a piece of my
steak, you’re lucky I don’t smack you.’ He didn’t say to me. And I can’t
remember saying anything else to him that night. So I’m left wondering and
feeling hurt. I’m left trying to explain to my daughter what happened while
trying to preserve her innocence.
So this is me getting this off of my chest. I won’t promise
that I won’t say these same things again, but I am warning you that I won’t
hold back anymore. I feel the way I feel and I won’t let anyone tell me that I’m
wrong for that.
I hope you didn't mistake my comment on your first post about journaling as meaning that I think you should write this in a book... I consider blogging to be a form of journaling and I read each entry in your blog--it's very humbling and touching. I hope you find peace and healing.
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