Snarkie
03-23-2019, 05:33 PM
Got a call on Tuesday morning (5:32 AM) from my mom. She said she had some very sad news. I immediately assumed that my step dad had passed. Imagine my reaction when she told me my brother had killed himself.
I was in shock for the first few hours, and then it hit me. My brother and I were not close, due to living together in San Diego back in 1988 for 8 months, but we had reconnected. I feel so bad for his wife, daughter and three grand children.
When we lived together, he was such an ******* (on drugs), but we had some funny moments as well. As I am piecing together my radio show, I am trying to cover all of that. I usually air live, but I knew I would fall apart, so I am pre-recording this one. It's really hard to talk about everything, but I suppose that is part of the process.
I don't have what they call "Survivor's Guilt," but he did ask me several years back, about buying a gun for defense. Thank God, he used the rounds I recommended. Had he used FMJ, he might still be hooked up to a machine.
It's been five days, but it still hits me like a ton of bricks every now and then.
So sad. So sad. I just want to talk to him again. But it can never be. If any of you know someone who is suffering from depression, PLEASE help them.
I was in shock for the first few hours, and then it hit me. My brother and I were not close, due to living together in San Diego back in 1988 for 8 months, but we had reconnected. I feel so bad for his wife, daughter and three grand children.
When we lived together, he was such an ******* (on drugs), but we had some funny moments as well. As I am piecing together my radio show, I am trying to cover all of that. I usually air live, but I knew I would fall apart, so I am pre-recording this one. It's really hard to talk about everything, but I suppose that is part of the process.
I don't have what they call "Survivor's Guilt," but he did ask me several years back, about buying a gun for defense. Thank God, he used the rounds I recommended. Had he used FMJ, he might still be hooked up to a machine.
It's been five days, but it still hits me like a ton of bricks every now and then.
So sad. So sad. I just want to talk to him again. But it can never be. If any of you know someone who is suffering from depression, PLEASE help them.