My
Nightmare Became A Reality
On May 25,th
2006 you came to me in a dream and hugged me and whispered in my left ear
“Meralda you are going to be ok.” I knew
from that day everything would be workout because you were now a messenger of
GOD.”
On June 25, 1981,
Mom and Dad brought you home. At age of four I became a big sister. I knew from that day I’d have a best friend
for life. We shared a childhood filled
with great memories. For instance the
time I broke my ankle while we were playing follow the leader. I remember, the day we had to stay in because
it was rainy. You were in your tighty
whities with a pair of roller skates on.
I threw a basketball at you from the top bunk while I jumped up and
down. It was all fun and games until it
caved in and I busted my top lip leaving a scar. Every time I look or lick my top lip I think
about that rainy day. There was that
time I played a prank on you by putting a pair of your tighty whities over your
head while you slept. Seeing the
surprise on your face when you woke up the next morning was priceless. We were like two peas in a pod. We shared the same zodiac sign, Cancer,
common interests, and we had similar personalities.
“HURRY UP YOUR BROTHER IS DEAD.”
“HURRY UP YOUR BROTHER IS DEAD.”
“HURRY UP YOUR BROTHER IS DEAD.”
I was so honored
to read your “Role Model” paper you wrote in High School, because it was about
me. How I was your role model, and how I inspired you to be successful. We both attended Satellite High School and
Plattsburgh State University. I enjoyed
having you around. It was like the good
old days.
“HURRY UP YOUR BROTHER IS DEAD.”
“HURRY UP YOUR BROTHER IS DEAD.”
“HURRY UP YOUR BROTHER IS DEAD.”
I
remember our first date with Viviana and Luz, my wife and her sister. It was May 2001. We almost hit the curve on the 59th
Street Bridge. I said, “Junior you need
to be more careful and slow down. The
road is wet.” You apologized and said,
“I know.”
“HURRY UP YOUR BROTHER IS DEAD.”
“HURRY UP YOUR BROTHER IS DEAD.”
“HURRY UP YOUR BROTHER IS DEAD.”
It was March 2003,
you called me while I was in Plattsburgh to tell me you were just in a car
accident. I asked, “Are you ok and what
happened?” Your response was, “I’m ok, I
was racing a car on the 59th Street Bridge when I lost control and
hit the curve.” I told you, “You need to
drive more carefully.” You laughed and
said, “I know.”
“HURRY UP YOUR BROTHER IS DEAD.”
“HURRY UP YOUR BROTHER IS DEAD.”
“HURRY UP YOUR BROTHER IS DEAD.”
It was Friday
April 21st, 2006 at four o’clock in the morning. I received a phone call from Adriana, your
girlfriend, stating you had a car accident on the 59th Street
Bridge. I took my time because I knew
you were ok. I thought to myself I’ll go
check on you before work.
“HURRY UP YOUR BROTHER IS DEAD.”
“HURRY UP YOUR BROTHER IS DEAD.”
“HURRY UP YOUR BROTHER IS DEAD.”
So I decided to
take a shower before I head out to Elmhurst Hospital in Queen to make sure you
were ok. My cell phone rang again. It was Adriana she said, “HURRY UP YOUR
BROTHER IS DEAD.”
I was in total
shock. This couldn’t be. I was hanging out with you four hours
ago. My nightmare became a reality. All I could remember was the last thing I
said to you, “Hey be careful no fighting.”
You said, “Ok.”
All I could hear
was her words echoing through my head. “HURRY
UP YOUR BROTHER IS DEAD.” “HURRY
UP YOUR BROTHER IS DEAD.” “HURRY UP YOUR BROTHER IS DEAD.”
I thank god
everyday for allowing you to be a part of my life for those twenty four
years. You were truly a blessing to have
in all of our lives. The
roles have turned now. For most of your
life I guided and protected you. Now you
are my guardian angel who will look over me for the rest of my life. I will always love you.
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