I have anger at you for succeeding.
I have anger at you for not calling one more time.
I rejoice that you are no more being chased by your demons.
I’m sorry we couldn’t give you a real funeral, that we had to cremate you and take you away from your home so you can sit on a shelf and wait til Mom dies to be buried with her.
You quietly strangled yourself. I know you weren’t alone, God was with you, either giving you the strength to continue on in this plane, or to come to Him. You chose Him.
I was affected by Dad’s death profoundly, you know he was my everything. But I’ll tell you Greggy, your loss, the loss of a sibling, is more difficult then anything I ever imagined.
Everyone is doing what they think is right. Yesterday Mark told Mom that your death was a suicide, Mom being Mom, wants to sweep this under the carpet, and not “tell” anyone what “really happened.”
My dear brother, the remaining 11 siblings left behind are all grieving in our own ways. This website may be a good outlet for me.
I love you and will miss you greatly.
Keep me protected, and watch over me between the awesome Rock and Roll concerts in heaven.