I’ve been depressed, but I still have to keep going, knowing my family are all in good shape. Everything that keeps me going is knowing I have a beautiful and loving family. Isaiah was one of the most important people in my life. Now he’s gone.
It’s really hard moving on.
Life is beautiful, but it’s also not worth all the hurdles we go through. You spend everything trying to give your family a better life, and along the way, you lose someone precious. When success finally comes, how do I enjoy it knowing Isaiah isn’t here to share it with me?
I’ve gone through every feeling life can throw at a person. joy and sadness, love and deceit, anger and peace, pride and shame, loss and grief, hope and loneliness, gratitude and envy, confusion and relief. But The most painful and saddest feeling, Is loosing my brother Isaiah.
I love you, Isaiah Malik. It hurts that I didn’t show you how much you meant to me before you left this life. Until we meet again, my favorite brother.
It’s sad, the things we have no power over. Death is cruel. Why take a lovely boy like that? Why take a sweet soul like that? What is life, when you lose someone you thought you’d grow old with?
I never want to stop thinking about my brother. And yet I’m told I have to let go so I can have peace of mind. But I want my brother included in my peace. I want to always think of him, to be happy again, but never to forget him just because I’m told to move on.
Forty one days ago, I buried my brother. He was an important person in my life, an irreplaceable soul. The love we all have for him is something that’s hard to put out of our minds.
How do people move on from losing the most precious person in their life? It’s so hard.
how fragile all of this is. how nothing about being alive is promised or guaranteed, no matter how good or gentle or deserving you are. The end will eventually come for every one of us.
Isaiah, I miss you. I hope you know that.
One month since I buried my brother. One month since I found out Isaiah was gone from us and it still doesn’t feel real. That day plays over and over in my head, like I’m caught in a loop I can’t get out of. I hate that day more than anything I’ve ever lived through.
Isaiah was a good boy. Truly good, pure of heart, gentle by nature, the kind of person people were just naturally drawn to. He didn’t deserve what happened to him. Nobody who knew him would say otherwise.
Losing him has changed how I see everything. It’s made me realize how—
@Rayorskitchen1 A day that will be forever etched in my heart. The most saddest day in my life. A day I never want to remember but necessary to do so because that’s the day we buried our loving brother. I miss him so much.
-us for as long as I live.
You may no longer be here beside me, but you will always be a part of me.
I love you, Isaiah.
Until we meet again, my brother. ❤️
To My Brother, Isaiah
Today makes it one month since I last heard your voice.
One month ago, we were on a video call, smiling, laughing and happy. I could see your face, hear your voice, and for that moment, everything felt normal.
you from whatever happened. Most of all, I wish I could hear your voice one more time.
It has been one month, but the pain still feels like yesterday. I miss you every day, my brother. I will carry your memory, your smile, your laughter, your kindness, and the love you had for-