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The Freedom of Forgiveness

Not only did I say it, but I really meant it. At that moment, my mission in life was to kill my younger brother, to make him pay for what he had done. I will probably never be able to explain why or how I knew he had done it. There was nothing strange about our family dynamic. Just like every other family, we had our issues, but nothing that I could point to that made me feel the way I felt. Even now looking back, it’s still surreal, and still unbelievable that he would have done this. But I just knew.

I managed to calm myself down for a few moments though, and I again asked one of the officers to let me see my mama one last time. He pulled me over to the side and told me that the coroner had taken her body away while I was unconscious in the ambulance. “Trust me,” he gently said, “You didn’t need to see her the way she was. Just remember her the way you last saw her.”