It was an amazing time.
I was 14 and I had a brother who was the first child I’d ever met to have his life taken from him in this way.
I think of him as my first victim.
I didn’t have much hope.
But it happened anyway.
I had the privilege of being at a place where I could witness his death, and then the life he had lived.
I have never forgiven myself for it.
I’m grateful for the life I had.
I am proud of what I’ve accomplished, and the life that I’ve built up.
I feel like I was blessed.
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