Sitting at work today I thought of writing a post tonight about my nephew. The more I thought about it on the way home, I just didn’t know anymore. But maybe this would be a little bit of therapy.
Well as I’ve said before there was a death in the family and it was one of my nephews. He was 26 years old and a great person. He was probably the nicest guy in the entire world and all he ever wanted was to find a woman, settle down and have a family of his own. Unfortunately he couldn’t find a woman that matched up to his ex girlfriend or at least not in his mind.
Some other stuff happened leading up to his death and there are still a lot of unanswered questions that myself and my family have. Questions that will probably never be answered now. Questions that only he could answer. Like why did this happen? What happened to cause all of this? What was the straw that broke the camels back?
Within hours everyone in the family knew what had happened, or at least the fact that he was gone. It was so unreal. My sister was in a hell that only a parent knows, but a hell that we were all feeling a part of. This was our beautiful boy. The one that was always nice to everyone. He didn’t know how to be mean (although I tried to teach him) unless he was really drunk and felt like he was at the end and then he would explode. But he always felt bad about it afterwards, ALWAYS.
I took control of everything regarding the funeral pretty much, which meant that I had to keep my emotions in check. My niece and Pooh helped me pick out his clothes for his parents to choose from. Two of my nieces, one being his sister, helped me narrow down the music for the visitation and funeral. And Pooh helped me pack his entire house and move everything out (along with his two sons).
This all took place in about a week, maybe a little longer than that, but not much. And now I sit back and think of what or I should say who I’m missing. I can’t imagine being here without him. I spoke to him almost on a daily basis. I miss him everyday. I’m not sure where to go from here, but luckily for me I do have a really great support system. I won’t go to my family with a lot of my issues, but my friends are there for me like they always are and I am grateful for that.
I just wish he would have known what a great support system he had. How much he was loved by everyone.