By Gloria Faye Brown Bates/aka Granny Gee/@grannygee
My beautiful mother, and my little brother Rick-Rick. I lost many photos in the house fire. This is the only one I could find.
My Son, Tommy … his son, Taban. He was just born on March 16, 2007. Cover of book I wrote, published.
May 17, 2009 … remembering the man who stepped in front of Tommy’s big truck. Tommy’s life changed … he suffered with Survivor’s Guilt.
It was the beginning of the end for Tommy. He couldn’t get over the death, no matter it wasn’t his fault. The man was a good man, his family and friends loved him. Tommy read about him. I watched my son cry over this man. I cried over him.
May 29, 2010 … Tommy died exactly one year later. Tommy died with 3 blockages to his heart at the age of 43.
Tommy died at the ocean running on the sand, playing with his 3 year old son. He collapsed on the sand.
May 19, 2005 … my little brother, Rick-Rick … died from an overdose. He had been doing good … we were helping him to get better. We took him a drug treatment center, bought him clothes. Oh, my little brother looked good, was very happy to wake up clear-headed.
Rick-Rick went to a friend’s house to spend the night. He died sitting up on the sofa … his friend found him.
This is written in remembrance of the man whose life touched my son’s life … and of my son, Tommy … and my little brother, Rick-Rick.
Rest in peace. I love, miss you my Son, Tommy. You meant the world to me, Skip. You were a part of our world. I’m so glad I knew you, Son.
I love, miss you my little brother, Rick-Rick. Ricky was the only family member who loved me back as much as I loved him, excepting for my mother, Grandma Alma. I see this … looking back through time.
The month of May is a sad month for me. This is written in remembrance … love for my Son, brother … and the man who touched Tommy’s life.