This is a photo of my sister, brother and me.

Family

This was taken by my mother when she visited Dominica. We had just came from church.

I am still trying to deal with the fact that he isn’t here.  I wondered today whether there would be days when I will stop crying altogether. Writing about him or remembering him brings tears to my eyes. The other day, I found the dice in between the curtains I am still curious to how he got his nickname.

dice.jpg

I don’t even think that his girlfriend knows that he died because we don’t have her number.  It’s almost like you have to try to complete things that aren’t completed or connect things.

By the way, I can only discuss certain things with specific people so I think people who are curious about what happened shouldn’t call me now when we haven’t even buried or received his body as yet. I think it’s rude(you know who you all are). I thought it was very disrespectful that I am not even back in NYC as yet and I am getting calls to discuss my family’s business. :-/

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