"Try to forget this... try to erase this..."
Here's the deal...
My life was fine up until last Saturday: February 11, 2006. I got the news that one of my closest cousins, who watched me grow up, who I considered my older brother, commited suicide. I missed school all last week, I was out in Ohio for his funeral. I miss him like crazy, and I feel soo much pain. He was 24. He suffered from depression, and many addictions, but he was always a gentle person, very sensitive, and he had the most amazing features. His eyes were beautiful and his smile was unforgettable, as was his presence. His favorite color was yellow, and he loved his fathers' (my uncle)'s 70's clothes, so we all considered him a hippi. He also loved music. I'll never forget the time we spent out by the bon fire during the 04-05 New Year, and being with him just this last summer. All I have left are memories, photos, feelings and his music...
In loving memory: Christopher Allen Wolfram "Chris"
3/31/81 - 2/11/06
We love you and you will never be forgotten...
The pain won't stop. It's hitting me again and again in painful blows...he's never coming back, I won't get to hug him again. Why did you do it Chris? How fast did you die? Did it hurt you, do you even know? What were you thinking? I miss him so much, I can't stop the tears, this pain is eating away at my heart. My cousin, my brother, he's gone...
