Forever In My Heart

I sat on my bed while I thought and cried. I was angry. Angry at everyone, but mostly at Anthony. He left me here, and I didnt get to say goodbye. Maybe it was my fault he died? Why did he leave me? My mom saw I was hurt but knew I needed some time alone. So she let me be.

Days went by pretty slowly after that, but I did my best to keep my spirits up. The funeral came and went. A lot of people came. I didnt really know them all, but introduced myself to them anyhow. I remember walking down the hall to see Anthony in that little casket. I stood over the casket for the longest time, just staring at him. I guess I was just waiting for a miracle to happen. For him to come alive again and for everything to be back to normal. But he was gone, and that was something I would have to live with. He was so cold, looked so small and so helpless. But that wasnt my little brother inside that casket. Anthony escaped that small, helpless body; he was free of it now. He was somewhere happier, still apart of everyone who loved him. And I knew that someday he would come back into my life. Somehow, I knew he would.

The warmth of my tear drop slid down the side of my cheek as I started to walk away from him. I removed my pinkie from his small delicate hand then kissed his forehead and left. I will always remember Anthony and the joy he brought to me in the time that he was here. The memories, and the lesson he gave me of life. I love you, Anthony; may you always be in my heart. Forever.

Hey..i just wanted to show a quick part of my memoir i wrote about my baby brother. He was 4 months old when he died..and im not sure how i am going to write his poem yet..so i just thought i would save this on here..feel free to say anything, or if you have any questions or comments you want to add?? Thanx:^)