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04:30 pm: Loss of a brother... well, sort of a brother.
Late last night an angel died, a family broke down and a mother cried. She cried for her still too soon dead son, whose life had been stricken in january this year; but now these tears anew were for a different kind of grief. A grief which no child, or parent, or human being should ever know.

Matthew John Connors had gone out exploring with his schoolchums earlier that day. He had kissed her cheek and paused,as he does, to take in his brother's picture sitting on the mantel before telling her how much he loved her and to "give e'ryone a big wet one". He would be home for dinner. At least thats what she'd been lead to think, becuase there had been so many days like today ...what could make this one different?

WHY would today be the day that her sweet, nearly 11 year old son DIDN'T hear the warnings? DIDN'T catch his balanace and WAS NOT able to swim against the current to safety. WHY would today be the day he didn't come home?

No one knows, but he didn't.

Instead, his wet cap and his backpack came home in the arms of two policemen with apologies and sympathies and the idea that phone calls would have to be made.

phone calls no parent should have to make but late last night Kathleen Connors did it once more.

So instead of fucking sitting there in your self-absorbed little world, take two fucking seconds from threatening your OWN goddamned life with silly ultimatiums over something you DON'T feel for someone you CAN'T fucking have and grow up.

God rest and all that jazz, I love you guys and if I could take the time off work to go over I would... Maybe when they scatter him, his brother's lost ashes will comfort him in the journey he now has to make...who knows?

Love you

Denise~*