You would be 21 years old today. Everything about you was special, even your birthday. 6/7/89. Its so hard to believe 12 years has passed. I have not seen your smile, laughed at your jokes or held you close to me in 12 years. I know that God has a plan, I just can't see it. I can't see the sense in taking you away from me and your brothers/mothers and nieces and nephews so early. You were only 9 years old.
I try to tell myself you were just too good to be here with us, that someone as special as you were, just wasn't made for this Earth. You were a little piece of heaven for everyone who met you. You lit up the earth with your huge heart and kind understanding, you amazed everyone with your gentle nature.
I tell myself maybe God puts people on the planet to do just one thing, and when that is done, he calls them home. Maybe as silly as it seems, you were here to save a bunch of dogs? Maybe it was fate that you were left alone with a pregnant dog delivering pups that were not breathing, maybe it was fate that put you there to take over and rub those puppies until they breathed? I don't know. You could have done so much more though.
I think, it had to be fate, it had to be fate that took you away from me. Everything had to be aligned perfectly leading up to your death. So many people had to look the other way, so many horrible choices had to be made to cause your death. Everything had to be timed precisely to the minute for you to drown.
So today I am left missing you and feeling selfish for not agreeing with "the plan". My brain knows your in a better place, but my heart can't agree.
You would be 21, I wonder how tall you would have been, what your hair would look like, what you would be doing with your life had it not been snuffed out so soon. I wonder how my children will ever know what a great person their Uncle Andy was. I wonder what you would think of me today, if you would be proud. I wonder too much.
Happy Birthday little brother. Your in my heart and prayers and thoughts every day.
Andy 6-7-89
9-21-98
Your Sister,
Jeni
If anyone has read this, please teach your children how to swim. I am not sure it would have made a difference in my brothers case, He died because he was different. He died because someone bigger then him, thought it would be funny to hold him underwater, someone thought he was less of a person because of his race. It is even harder for me to grasp because he died at the hands of another child.
Please watch your children closely, please teach your children tolerance, and gentleness.
I try to tell myself you were just too good to be here with us, that someone as special as you were, just wasn't made for this Earth. You were a little piece of heaven for everyone who met you. You lit up the earth with your huge heart and kind understanding, you amazed everyone with your gentle nature.
I tell myself maybe God puts people on the planet to do just one thing, and when that is done, he calls them home. Maybe as silly as it seems, you were here to save a bunch of dogs? Maybe it was fate that you were left alone with a pregnant dog delivering pups that were not breathing, maybe it was fate that put you there to take over and rub those puppies until they breathed? I don't know. You could have done so much more though.
I think, it had to be fate, it had to be fate that took you away from me. Everything had to be aligned perfectly leading up to your death. So many people had to look the other way, so many horrible choices had to be made to cause your death. Everything had to be timed precisely to the minute for you to drown.
So today I am left missing you and feeling selfish for not agreeing with "the plan". My brain knows your in a better place, but my heart can't agree.
You would be 21, I wonder how tall you would have been, what your hair would look like, what you would be doing with your life had it not been snuffed out so soon. I wonder how my children will ever know what a great person their Uncle Andy was. I wonder what you would think of me today, if you would be proud. I wonder too much.
Happy Birthday little brother. Your in my heart and prayers and thoughts every day.
Andy 6-7-89
9-21-98Your Sister,
Jeni
If anyone has read this, please teach your children how to swim. I am not sure it would have made a difference in my brothers case, He died because he was different. He died because someone bigger then him, thought it would be funny to hold him underwater, someone thought he was less of a person because of his race. It is even harder for me to grasp because he died at the hands of another child.
Please watch your children closely, please teach your children tolerance, and gentleness.
sorry for the loss of your brother, he sounds like he was very special 
