He died in your arms. You didn’t care that he’d bled on you. You didn’t want to let your brother go. You wept.I have often thought that a part of you didn’t just die that day—but that a part of you is frozen in that room at that moment. Two brothers holding onto one another, holding onto the only constant either had ever truly known.
Wow what an amazing story, I never knew your dad and uncle Charlie didn't get along, I wonder if it was because he was gay. I loved your uncle Charlie, I remember making out with him in Silverlake, there was the sunset junction fair, that was a lot of fun. You have a lot of great memories of your Uncle Charlie, glad he was always there for you!!The thought of being a direct witness to your sibling final moments would be a memory I would never forget . Thank you for sharing your stories
No, it had nothing to do with him being gay at all. My dad was the least homophobic guy I knew. I think it was their mom, honestly. They didn’t hate each other, they just got on each others nerves. And I think gramma played them against each other.
Wow what an amazing story, I never knew your dad and uncle Charlie didn't get along, I wonder if it was because he was gay. I loved your uncle Charlie, I remember making out with him in Silverlake, there was the sunset junction fair, that was a lot of fun. You have a lot of great memories of your Uncle Charlie, glad he was always there for you!!The thought of being a direct witness to your sibling final moments would be a memory I would never forget . Thank you for sharing your stories
No, it had nothing to do with him being gay at all. My dad was the least homophobic guy I knew. I think it was their mom, honestly. They didn’t hate each other, they just got on each others nerves. And I think gramma played them against each other.