Craig

When my big brother Craig told me 17 years ago that he was critically ill, I cried for so long. I haven't stopped crying. I clearly remember that day. I had TJ as a baby on my back sleeping. I knelt down beside my bed and prayed for Craig to get better. But deep down in my subconscious I knew he was not going to make it thorough. I just knew it! When Craig told me he was being moved to the ICU, my biggest wish was to swap places with him So I could feel all his pain. And when he died, I completely lost myself. I cried every day for a solid ten years and plus for a life that was prematurely cut short from us. My soul is still in tears even now. It has been 17 years since we lost Craig. I still wish it was me that died instead of him. He had everything to live for. Now that I found his other sisters, I wish more than ever that it was me that went instead. I miss him. I hope he found peace. I hope he's happy I found his other sisters. Till we meet again big bro. Till later