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R.I.P

R.I.P

Today my younger brother would've been 27yrs old. He passed in 2015, young beautiful, and so full of life. He was one of my favorite people -  a free spirit who loved life, music, sports, and people. He had a vast social circle and enjoyed making people laugh. I remember saying goodbye at the airport in 2009; he hugged me and said I'll miss you; be amazing. He was one of my biggest supporters, and he stood up for me even though he was much younger. I snuck out to the clubs to visit a boyfriend or to go to a party our parents disapproved of, and he made sure our parents never found out. My boys would've loved having him as an uncle, and he would've hated my ex for leaving me pregnant-we would have done life together, and it would have never been this lonely if David was still here. When he started coughing, it was never clear to me that he was fading away; within a few months, he was saying his last few words, and that was it GONE. I mean, WTF? How could life be so short? How could we make all these excuses, not pursue our deepest desires, not take that leap of faith, not accomplish that dream, yet within months, weeks, hours, seconds, we fade away, and it's over DONE? How could we shift our minds to focus on utilizing our limited time to the best of our God-given ability? How do we overcome fear and self-doubt? How do we stop worrying about what everyone thinks? If nothing else, we need to know that life on earth is not to be taken for granted -it is to be lived to the fullest, consistently reflecting on what we want to do and how to impact change. I know David sees me-there are days when I'd feel his spirit in my car or my closet, not in a sad way, in a comforting way, as if to say I am okay. Life is short let's not wait until we become spirits to backtrack -let's get going while we still have the time to make things happen.