When your lost you can always be found

He wanted to be a preacher

"I promise."

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That morning I sleep in. My parents were in and out of my room pestering me and reminding me of my "promise".

Did I really promise that? Man I must have been drunk. Most likely.

"Isabella, just give it a shot, you haven't set a foot in the Church since-since...for a long time." She finishes, she sounds like she might cry. I cover my head with my pillow to muffle her voice.

Eventually she gets flustered and leaves. I'm left alone with my thoughts. I feel my face getting wet.

I start to think about my brother. We had been very close. We sang together, walked together, basically, we were inseperable.

I still feel him sometimes.

He always knew when I was upset and how to make me laugh. We could tell each other anything.

Could.

My brother died of cancer at only eighteen.

It started a few months after his birthday. He went for a regular check up and he was diagnosed with lung cancer.

At first we didn't worry, the doctor had said they had caught it early on and they would treat it. But the days went on and he did not get better.

A few months after the surgery it came back, this time he was worse. I stayed at his bedside, before and right after school.

We would laugh and talk and sometimes he would even do school work or ask me to get him a book.

But as the weeks passed he couldn't even talk to me, or even open his eyes.

I prayed everyday nonstop.

When I woke up.

When I was sitting by his hospital bed.

When I laid down to sleep.

I prayed and prayed and prayed.

But to no avail.

My big brother, John died three months after the cancer came back, that was last year in December right before Christmas. It was the worst Christmas present you could possibly get. I was only sixteen.

He wanted to be a preacher.

Since then I have never prayed, looked at a Bible or set foot in a Church.

I will never trust God again.

AUTHORS NOTE:
On the side is a pic of Isabella and her brother (trace cyrus)