BROTHER MIX (RIP)

49 YEARS AGO AT 4.45 PM THERE WAS A KNOCK ON OUR FRONT DOOR. A BOY MUMBLED A DREAD SENTENCE, IT’S JERRY, HE’S TURNED BLUE, HE’S NOT MOVING…

MY MOM RAN DOWN TO THE GREEN 50 YARDS AWAY, SHE NEVER MADE IT TO HIS BODY. NEIGHBOURS USHERED HER AWAY TO WAIT FOR THE AMBULANCE. I RAN DOWN TO THE GREEN AND STOOD OVER MY PRONE BROTHER AS TWO NEIGHBOURS PUMPED HIS CHEST, TRYING TO RESTART HIS HEART. HE WAS BLUE AND ALABASTER PERFECT. I WANTED TO KICK HIM. OI GET UP!. HE WOULDN’T HAVE RESPONDED. 49 YEARS AND THE PAIN IS STILL RAW. THE IMAGES BURNT ON MY RETINA. MISS YOU BRO.

DALEM