My brother

why is that when we know someone that person just leaves us? Reluctantly or willingly. Why? I bet this question has been asked many times. Does anyone even know the answer? If you know someone who can answer this question, pls let me know?

Just a couple of yrs ago, my little bro left this world for another. I don't think he ever wanted to leave. He was having this cell disorder, Mitochondria disorder. A disorder that would slowly make him lose his normal function. He couldn't seem to hold down his food. My father used to be very angry when he vomited. Just a week later, he started having diarrhea. We brought him to the doctors, they had him warded for a couple of wks but couldn't seem to know what was happening...they sent him home by giving him anti-diarrheal and anti-emetic medications. It started again. I was irritated with taking care of him. One day before my N levels, he became very seriously ill that my parents called the ambulance. Later he was sent to ICU. A couple of wks later, the doctors and my parents had a conference. They told us that my brother would live long. When they told me that, i felt like though i was going to die. My little bro whom i wanted so long was going to die. How could it be? My parents were devastated. They loved my brother alot...maybe alot more than me. I understand, beccause he was special. To me, he was special too. My brother soon, went home with a Tracheostomy tube. The nurse told us that we have to make sure that it doesn't get an infection or else he will not live as his immunity is down. And that they were giving him drugs to prolong his life. We got a maid, who knew medical stuff. We thought she would take care of my brother very well..,but she din't.

On 4/9/04 (if I'm not wrong), I noticed that he was not his self. I wanted to spend some time with him. Played some games but he was extremely weak. Suddenly it struck me that he may not be alive tomorrow. I started crying and told my father to bring him to the hospital. My father said he would bring him the next day. The next day was too late, my brother collapsed at home. They were bringing him to the hospital when he stopped breatthing. When they reached the hospital, my brother was resuscitated. When i arrived at the hospital, i cried. Becas I knew. The doctors called us in and asked us if we should save my brothers life as he would be in coma. Then i looked at my parents and said, "what's the point if he's gonna be physically and not be able to move around.He has already suffered more than enough" My parents agreed with me. And decided not to rescue him. Later that evening, my maid told me, it's not my fault. I didn't do anything. In my heart I said, "You didn't do anything, that why it's your fault! You were supposed to care for him not WATCH TV" But I didn't say it to her. At 7.45pm, my brother passes away.

That night I was praying at home when i received a call asking for my brothers' BC number. Ihad a very bad feeling. When my parents came back, I knew it. My brother was gone. I didn't cry. Just when to the playground, my maid accompanied me. She told me "It's not my fault but your brother's. Why didn't he wait for me to leave then die." SHE HAD THE NERVE TO SAY THAT TO ME. I was pissed off. How could she say that!? But i didn't say anything. 'Caz I was younger than her.

After the funeral was over, she went to take care a old man or woman. I forgot. But I only know that my brother didn't die of the disease but of the infection.

I wish that wherever he is I hope that he is happy and healthy.
May Waheguru always be with him.