So it begins.

Years After The Loss

As hours turn to days and days turn to night and night turn to weeks and weeks turn to....well you get the point! After Megan died things began to kinda go down hill for my family as in; Trent, mom, dad, and I. My dad became a alcoholic, my brother and mom became addicted to pills, as in taking more than your supposed to. My dad would get outrageously drunk and and brother in other words, would get crazily high off of pills, and they didn't connect very well when they were like this. They fought, my dad didn't know how to shut up and neither did Trent. My mom worked all the time. So I was usually with my brother and dad all the time. I would see them fight every single time. "Dad no don't do that!" "Bubba please stop!" "Can we leave bubba?" "I'm gonna runaway!" And more things I would say to try to get them to stop, it never worked. Things got worse, mom got laid off at work, dad didn't wanna get a job and Trent was still stuck in some world of his own since Megan passed.

One morning I caught my mom crying. I sat down beside her and laid my head on her shoulder "Momma suck it up, let's go ride my bike!" I said to cheer her up, she looked up at me with a little smile and a giggle. "That sounds great sweetheart." She says leaping off the bed extremely happy. I loved seeing momma happy, it's like getting a whole box of chocolate to yourself, sweet wonderful and amazing all at the same time. A lot of my childhood seemed to be a blur like I don't remember some of it.

My brother realized how bad he'd been treating everyone, he decided to go to a rehab. It helped tremendously! He was happier, funner, hell we even hung out all the time. My brother is very protective over me, he's been that way every since the loss of her, which is very understandable. I do love my brother very much.

We moved around a lot when she died, we moved from Mexia Texas to Teague Texas and back. Now we live in Teague but I'm glad we do.