And I really don't know how to react.
I was raised by my mom. They divorced when I was 4, right after my brother was born. He had weekend custody of us but that petered out to once every other week and then once a month.
Our Christmas presents always were stolen right before Christmas.
He was pretty big into drugs. Treated my mom like shit. Yada yada. Pretty much the antagonist in your standard Lifetime movie .
Aside from an awkward dinner when I was 20, the last time we interacted was when I was 11. It was quick. I really don't remember much. I remember him being huge but when we met again when I was in college he was tiny. Frail. I guess whatever hero-worship I had for him when I was a kid was gone and I saw him for who he really was.
Cut to today. My brother called about an hour ago and told me he was dead. A stomach issue. I prepared myself for the same emotions that I experienced a few months ago when my grandmother died but they're not there.
Not really.
I mean...he was a massive ass. But there's that biological connection that I guess anyone around my age starts to prepare for. The death of a parent. Regardless if you're a close family or haven't seen them in two decades.
I just feel sort of odd right now. Stuck between releif and guilt.
I was raised by my mom. They divorced when I was 4, right after my brother was born. He had weekend custody of us but that petered out to once every other week and then once a month.
Our Christmas presents always were stolen right before Christmas.
He was pretty big into drugs. Treated my mom like shit. Yada yada. Pretty much the antagonist in your standard Lifetime movie .
Aside from an awkward dinner when I was 20, the last time we interacted was when I was 11. It was quick. I really don't remember much. I remember him being huge but when we met again when I was in college he was tiny. Frail. I guess whatever hero-worship I had for him when I was a kid was gone and I saw him for who he really was.
Cut to today. My brother called about an hour ago and told me he was dead. A stomach issue. I prepared myself for the same emotions that I experienced a few months ago when my grandmother died but they're not there.
Not really.
I mean...he was a massive ass. But there's that biological connection that I guess anyone around my age starts to prepare for. The death of a parent. Regardless if you're a close family or haven't seen them in two decades.
I just feel sort of odd right now. Stuck between releif and guilt.