oh Brother.

My brother and I have never had a perfect relationship, I actually stopped speaking to him for awhile, but February 28th 2009, he was who I ran to and cried the words "brother, she is gone". We have since been trying to build a better relationship, you see I love him, no matter how much he has hurt me, It's something called unconditional love. My mother taught me what that was, I don't always like him, but the love I hold for him, is great.

He lives a dangerous lifestyle, and the trouble he gets into, is all brought on by him and the people he chooses to call his "friends". I remember once we were talking and he told me he doesn't believe in friendship, that family is all we have, and I had to strongly disagree with him, because I love my family, but the friends I have been so honored to have in my life, are my second family, the family I have found on my own, and when he looked up at me that day, I saw a sadness in his eye's. Because he has yet to find the friends Monique and I have.

Tonight I found out he has received his second DUI, his first one was last month, he also just got a gun pulled on him last month too, now when he is partying down the street, I stay up till the noise has lessened, and I know he is off running some other streets. Because when I know he is in our hood, and I hear gunshots, while others are laying low, I am running outside, to make sure my brother didn't catch the bullets that were flying. If that wasn't stressful enough now he is deciding to drink and drive, not only is that dangerous for other drivers it's dangerous for him, Tonight I asked him what's gonna happen next time, when it's not the cops stopping him, it's a tree or another car?

I don't want to watch my brothers casket get lowered in the ground too.