Two children separated by death but united in memories. Even though my brother Jerry and I were really close, we have had a lot of good and bad times. It was hard when he got sick, not only for me but my family too.
Our lives have changed so much through the years. What was so sad is that he went so fast and suffered so much. I always thought my brother would be here with me, but I took his life for granted.
While my brother and I were growing up we were really close and played many sports together. I could go to Jerry over anything and always get a positive answer. He would help with my problems and give the greatest advice. If I asked my mom to do something and she said no, he would always talk her into letting me do it. If I would go out he would always make sure that I had money. I always looked up to him and still do today. When we were growing up we played many sports together including soccer, tee ball, basketball, and we also took karate. We were always on the same team. He would help me with something I done wrong and I would do the same for him. People were so surprised at how close we really were.
Things have changed from the time we were growing up until now. My life changed so much when Jerry became ill. At the age

As I am almost grown I still have the painful memories in my heart. In the year of 1993 it felt like the world was over. My brother just turned twelve and had his birthday in the intense care unit. He was only twelve a few days until his body could not handle anymore and the Lord took him home. I cried so much and wished that he didn’t have to go. I would ask myself why? Why did the lord take him from me? But now I realize that he’s gone for a certain reason. I know now that he is in a much better place. The year he died I’ll never forget. Before he died his body had changed so much from all the medicine and treatments that he no longer looked like the Jerry I knew. But I knew that inside of him was the same and that would never change. I’ll always remember him as him and not by the way he looked. Since his death I have looked at life in a different perspective. I know now not to take life for granted because it can be easily taken. After he died it made me fill empty inside and lost. It was like a part of me died too. It has been eight years since his death and I have yet to except that he is gone. People say it gets easier as time goes by but it doesn’t. I thought I was dreaming and when I woke up he would be right there beside me. But it wasn’t a dream, it really happened. I thought nothing that bad could ever happen to me, but it did. I asked myself what I done wrong to deserve this punishment. I realized that it wasn’t me, that I did not do anything wrong. God