Hurt

"My brother died last week" does not say enough about how I feel. Thursday, December 8, 2011 a piece of my heart went to heaven. I had a typical day at school, my kids were just starting to get the pre Christmas crazies. We got our school iPads that day and I sat in a training for an hour or so. After that, I went and met my parra and we bought critter hats. I walked in my house about 4:15 thinking I could take a quick nap. I had just settled myself down on the couch when my mom called and told me they were taking him to the hospital. While we were talking she had to let me go because his friend he was working with was calling. My heart knew then that he was gone, I can't really explain it other than its like a part of you is sucked out. She called back about 10 minutes later. Now I remember that she didn't actually get the words out, but I lost it and my grandma came to get me. We had to wait until Sunday to get his body back because he was working in Pennsylvania. All we know is that he had an enlarged heart and died peacefully in his sleep. He was only 24. I'm officially done with Christmas this year. My grandma is still going to do her thing and cook. She says that it would break his heart to feel like he ruined Christmas and she's right but i can't get rid of the feeling of wanting to rip my tree down.

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