I Love You My Brother
by Sheila L. Forbes
Saturday, January 03, 2004
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Writing is my therapy, so these
words are my way of dealing with
the pain that my family and I are
feeling at this time.
You were my brother, and more than that you were my friend.
We've been through good times and bad
We experienced the death of a parent together, but we still depended on one another and kept each other strong.
You slipped away from me once, into the nightmare of drug addiction, but you woke up and slayed that demon and came back stronger than ever, determined to live your life the right way.
As soon as you got your life together, and tried to prove to the world what a hard worker and good person that you are
The cruelest of fates intervened and you became ill
But you still tried to work and be an honest man
You still stayed strong
When your health failed you yet again, we convinced you to try to get disability because your heart wasn't strong enough for you to work
The powers that be agreed; that yes you were disabled, but apparently not enough
Out of desperation you committed a petty crime, you didn't hurt anyone nor did you try, but because of fear of the unknown, you signed away your freedom
Now at 43, you are locked in a cell, trying to fight a new battle called Mental Illness
Nothing could have prepared you for this inhuman world that you are now apart of, full of violation and degradation.
I wish that I could hear you laugh or tell a stupid joke one more time
I wish that I could hold you in my arms and take away your pain
I wish that I could snatch the pain away from our mother's eyes
Your mind is gone now
I wish that you could have been stronger and just held on a little longer
I wish that we would all stop taking the time that we have with our loved ones for granted. In the space of 24 hours, I lost my brother and I also lost a piece of my heart
To all of those nameless, faceless, men and women out there who make one mistake and pay for it with their lives. I hurt for you too, because your now in a world where you are no longer a person, your just a number and nobody cares
To everyone who ever thought about committing even the smallest crime
Please remember that when the judges
sentence you, they sentence your loved ones too.
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|Reviewed by Karen Lynn Vidra, The Texas Tornado
|Heartbreaking write; my prayers are with you, Sheila! (((HUGS))) and much love, your Texas friend, Karen Lynn. :( >tears <|
|Reviewed by Lisa Hilbers
|The written judgement of law is emotionless. I've never held a book of law in my hand that bled tears for the Mother of the convicted. When the sentence is spoken aloud, it takes with it..all those involved.
I'm truly sorry Sheila for your pain. Lisa