In 1988, we lost my baby brother to a house fire, I was only 9 at the time, and I have to say that news hit hard. My baby brother was 4 years old at the time, and the doctors I speak with today, believe that situation and the events that took place during the time is what has caused my PTSD. It’s so hard to believe my brother is gone, and I often wonder how life would be if he was still here.
Tomorrow is his birthday, and he would have been 29 years old. That means he has been gone for almost 25 years. It really don’t seem that long ago, I miss my brother dearly.
I know all things happen for a reason, and my brother was put on earth to help my mom cope with things happening at the time in her life. I also know my baby brother is looking over my family, and I often see signs.
I am a strong believer that our loved ones show us signs in our everyday lives, to show us they’re still with us.
I love you baby brother and I miss you so dearly.