I literally just posted a picture on here last week about my love for photography. Suddenly, that love doesn’t matter anymore.
My whole world flipped upside down Friday, November 5th at 11:3 AM.
I got a phone call saying my one year old brother fell down the stairs at the babysitter’s and was in the hospital. I figured he needed stitches or he broke a bone - nevertheless, I dropped everything and got there as soon as I could.
My day turned into a nightmare. He was unconscious and never woke up. My baby brother and only sibling, Brooks, suffered severe head trauma and a brain bleed. He went into immediate brain surgery - but unfortunately they could not continue because his blood was just not clotting. He continued on a respirator.
Today, Sunday November 7th at 9 AM, my precious little man passed away. This is all unreal to me, and I don’t know how I’m going to survive without the love of my life.
God must have had greater plans for Brooks. He was able to donate five of his organs. I know he will make a perfect angel.
My left wrist is his name - so I can see it everyday. My right wrist is his hand print from when he was born. I spent hours on end this weekend by his bedside holding his hand and snuggling with him.
I love you, Brooks. You are the best little brother in the universe.
If you took the time to read this, please keep Brooks and my family in your prayers. Thank you.