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| Losing a loved one to violence. |
How can such an ordinary, nondescript item bring forth so many varying emotions? I spent more than a little time today perusing the contents of one plain unremarkable large cardboard box. The box contained memories of my brother, Trey...photos, cards, awards, trophies, certificates, year books, ribbons, assignments, essays, all manner of collectible memorabilia. As I was going through the box I rid the entire rollercoaster of emotions...everything from laughter to tears. It's hard to find words adequate enough to describe how much these boxed memories mean to me. A memory box of my mother and this one of my brother are my two most beloved and prized possessions. I lost my mother several years ago to bone cancer. I was a hard thing to deal and come to terms with, and I still miss her greatly, but what has been even more difficult is the loss of my brother, Trey.
Trey's death was not the result of some illness or disease, drink driving or skylarking; he died at the hands of a person who thought it was 'fun' and 'macho' to come up behind an unsuspecting person who was walking down a street with a few mates and king hit him from behind. We were told that as my brother lay with skull crushed by the hit and further by striking the roadside kerb and his life ebbed away with the flow of his blood, this 'hero' kicked him in the head for good measure and showed how little he valued a human life by spitting upon him. Trey was only 24.
I will never understand why my brother had to lose his life so someone could gain some sick enjoyment. And I will never accept that the perpetrator of such a senseless, cowardly crime should be given no more than what adds up to a smack on the wrist. The 'hero' was given 3 years due to his 'unsettled backgroud', my brother was given life for simply taking a walk with a couple of mates. The sentence handed down further shattered mine and my dad's already devastatingly shattered life.
I miss my brother. I miss his quick wit, playfulness, thoughtfulness, sage advice, companionship. I even miss the arguments and misunderstandings that were ours. He was in every sense of the word, an awesome brother.
The last photo taken of my brother and I together.
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Posted by Cassidy on 2009-10-15 21:08:58 | Rating: | Views: 221
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