Photos of Hope

Hi, I’m M. This is my story about grief. When I was young, me and my older brother would play Minecraft with my other younger siblings. It was great fun. Which one of the pictures presents. As we all got older, we still continued to play games like Pokémon on Nintendo. We didn’t have an easy childhood. I won’t go into details, but there was a range of the types of abuse we faced. Despite having luxury items like devices to play on, it wasn’t all sunshine and rainbows. Years blew by and we all started doing our own things. I had to be admitted into hospital for my mental wellbeing so I didn’t see my siblings all that often. My older brother got really sick, but always seemed to push through it. I will never forget the day he helped sort out my bank account on the day of my younger brothers birthday BBQ. Because I was crying heavily not knowing what to do. So he sat down with me and rang them for me. No one else would help me, not even my parents. They don’t care whether or not I was enjoying myself. Three months later he passed at age 26. We are thinking it was due to addisons disease and his diabetes type 1. He was never good at looking after himself hence why he had a carer. But they let him down. Now here I am, fighting for a life I can’t have because he’s no longer in it. The pit he has left me in. Suffocates me more and more everyday. Every second he isn’t here a piece of me is more broken. The lady bug image (that I taken) represents the barrier between life and death. Now you could either jump and fly. Or stay stuck in that corner you sworn you’d never find yourself in again. Thank you for reading this to the end of you did. RIP brother 2023