If you've known me for awhile you've seen how i am every june 8th and if you're close to me you know why i hate this day. so for those of you who care but arent close and havent really known me very long here's a brief explaination of why this day is horrible for me. on the day of june 8th back in 1999 i had a tragic event accur in my life. i was in New Orleans at a Baskin Robins at 1pm when i fell to the ground in the blink of eye from a pain in my chest that felt like a heart attack. it only lasted a few seconds, i didnt know why but i felt like something was wrong but i didnt know what. So i went about my the rest of day there like normal. But when i arrived home that night i went to check the caller ID only to find several calls from 2 different police departments and a funeral home. when my dad called back the local pd they showed at the door. im the unlucky one that answered it. i looked into the eyes of one officer and all i could say before he opened his mouth was "NO" i didnt wanna hear it. i knew at that moment what that pain i had felt was. my mom then began to talk them as i went to my room and curled up on the floor with a teddy bear to cry out to God that he cant let this be true he cant be dead. my mom came in the room moments later to tell me what happened. she even to this day doesnt know what happened in the Baskin Robins at the excat time that my brother lost control of his car, was thrown from the window and had the car land on his chest, crushing him and killing him instantly. also take not his wake took place ON our MOTHER'S BIRTHDAY. so every year on this day i just wanna stay under the covers and not face the world. the day has turned to basic hell on earth for me every year since. this is the day i truely lost my faith.
this was just to inform those of you who show some kind of care and concern for me on here. thank you for that too. i really need it on this day.
