Thank You

Tomorrow it will be four years since my brother’s death.

I can still clearly remember what happened that goddamned day.

Earlier that morning I had a panic attack: I couldn’t breathe and, laid on the sofa, I kept on saying to my grandmother my heart was going to stop beating anytime soon. I cried like I had never done before.

That night my parents came back home at 3 in the morning and told me my brother was still alive.Then, three hours later, the phone rang…

I don’t know why I decided to post this. Maybe because writing about it is actually easier to me.

Probably tomorrow I’ll buy a red rose and put it on your grave like I did four years ago, calling up the vow I did that time: to live life the best I could. For you and for myself.

So Long And Goodnight