I can’t remember now, but I wrote this one piece and it was suppose to be the last piece about me being a woman who loves a woman of the same sex. But now at this moment I have to say something else. I was cleaning my room and pulled the dresser away from the wall and an empty bottle of Hubert Homemade Lemonade rolled across the floor. My breath got taken away. I had to sit down. One thousand thoughts ran through my mind but the first one was Hubert is not here anymore. Hubert was my brother’s name and he “passed over” on July 24th 2012, I found out about his pass on the wonderful social network of FaceBook in my message box at 8:22 a.m. on July 25th. The one who informed me of this , is I’m sure sorry they did it that way, but this way, is still the way I will always remember learning the fact that my brother died. I see those words too many times in a day. I pray so they will go away, so you will never see me on Facebook at 8:22 in the a.m. If I ever thought I was busy before, I am busy today. I know my brother’s spirit is well, but it still has taken the breath out of me. I feel alone.
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