Hopefully I’ll be able to do this brain dump in five minutes, but don’t count on it this week. I missed two weeks and really wish I could write something different this week, but my mind still lives in fear for my brother’s family. Here’s my dump and you’ll see why I feel as I do. This SOC doesn’t seem to fit with my Blog’s Christmas theme but I have to have something normal right now.
Last week I received an email from one of my cousins asking if everything was okay at my brothers. He said “I saw it on the news.” It? I had no idea what he was talking about since I didn’t watch the news that morning.
I immediately called my brother and his nightmare became mine, but he was on his way to talk to detectives and couldn’t talk on the phone long. The previous night he was sitting at his table eating dinner and the next thing he knew there was a shotgun in his face and 3 masked men standing in his dining room. His two grown sons were home; my sister-in-law had just left. To spare the details, just know now they are physically okay although one nephew went by EMT to the hospital to get 15 stitches in his head from being hit with the butt of the pistol.
In the end, my nephews got the guns away and the three men took off. Well, needless to say, I am living in fear for them right now, as are they. They went through it and are fearful each night, and I have the after effects as well. To think all three of them could have been killed in the blink of an eye, and what my sister in law could have walked into, scares the crap out of me. I am so worried for them.
I can’t go into a lot of detail right now, hopefully later. I hope and pray they catch these thugs who apparently think nothing of another human life. My brother felt that he was going to die that night, and when his son was hit in the head, he didn’t know if he was shot or what, since a gun did go off. He only knew there was blood all over the floor and my nephew. Each one of them thought they were going to die that night.
My fear is great for them and I so want to be able to protect them, but who am I? Just thinking back at this horrible ordeal makes my heart pound and race. How do they get through their nights, when I think of it all night and I’m on the other side of town. Will the fear ever go away? Will they ever feel safe again. I’m so afraid for them.
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