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Dear Diary, 3 weeks, 5 days ,736 minutes and 43 seconds since my brother has left me in this crucial world. I can't seem to explain the traumatic pain I'm feeling in my swole heart. Why does bad things always seem to happen to good people ? If I had one wish it would to be with my beloved brother one last time. But I can't get that, and my heart will forever be heavy. But until then, I WILL continue my brothers legacy, I WILL fight for his justice and I WILL make him proud. Oh, and the marathon will STILL continue.
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" Come on pooh it's time to go" I looked back at London who placed her cold hand on my shoulder
" I don't wanna leave him Lon" Tears flew from my eyes heavily
" Me either Jay" She bit her bottom lip looking away
" I'll be in the car when your ready" I simply nodded sitting next to my brothers now buried casket
" Why would you leave us Nip" I hiccuped " Why couldn't you just listen to me"
My brother, My sanity was really gone and I couldn't grasp my head around the reality of it.
" I love you so much bubba" My chest tightened as I took a final look at the lowered casket throwing my blue rose
Standing up I held my stinging chest as I struggled to breathe
