June 8, 2007 my most precious of adopted brothers was killed by his brother. Because he lay on the bathroom floor dying and no one calling for help my brother lost his life and wasn't actually pronounced dead until the 9th. The murderer left my brother to die on the floor because of all the drugs and underage kids and alcohol in his house. No one could walk my brother 2 blocks down the street to the emergency room to save him. They let him die alone.
My brother, Tym, was a truly amazing soul. From his deaths prior to the final one he changed into one of those people who can see things in ways mere mortals cannot. He knew things. He saw into people. He many times over gave me the tools to find the answers I needed. I love him and I can't remember a time he wasn't in my life. I miss him dearly.
Tym's anniversary only compounds my pain of losing my dad too. I lost both of my rocks less than a year apart. Both murdered by people who were supposed to love them. Why is life such a cruel joke?
I miss them both. Tym I love you mushly! Daddy I love you!
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