Nursing student
I 26 years old, married to a firefighter, have two boys that are 7 and 3.
I lost my brother on March 18th of this year, 2022. He committed suicide in front of his wife and 4 month old baby (at that time). My mom called me frantic at 4:30 in the morning saying she was headed to the hospital, I sped there we weren’t sure if he was even being transferred to that hospital. When I turned around to read a sign to see if I could park there, the ambulance and police pulled up to the hospital, I missed seeing him by maybe 3 seconds, but it wasn’t meant for me to see him like that. Long story short, after the police finally left my brother and sister-in-laws house when they finished their investigation, my husband and I cleaned up everything (it was a mess and traumatizing). They had a golden doodle who just had puppies and we took them home with us. There is still so much unknown and left unanswered. Myself and my two older brothers and younger sister were raised in a baptist church, my dad was a pastor for 30 years, he stopped pastoring when I was 12 and he left my mom for her best friend thinking the prostate cancer that he was diagnosed with the following year would take his life in the next year. Fast forward to now, thankfully he is still alive. My life and brothers story is so much to write and tell about in this biography. He served in the military and had grown to have ptsd. But everything had seemed fine and he had just had his first child and son. He was 33 years old when he passed and my nephew was born November 23rd, the same as my brothers birthday. It will now be bitter sweet every year on my nephews birthday, knowing it was my brothers as well and he isn’t there to celebrate with his son each year.