I just think
It could have been him
It could be him next time
And what would I do?
And I sit and pray and wish and hope that that next time doesn't happen
And I morn the loss of my brother that could have happened, so easily
And I hope that that day never comes
But these losses along the way, such a waste
Such a shock to the system
And he rings me, and tells me he loves me
And I know that he is hurting.
And I know that he is thinking the same.
I worry about him so much anyway, when things like this happens, I worry even more.
It is so sad
Everything happens at once.
It feels like being in the eye of a storm, of people, phone calls.
It brings people together, it tears people apart.
I wish it would stop happening.
Just when everything is going fine...