At 8:38pm on July 5th, 2008, Daisy M said…
FIRST OF ALL LEGACY FRIENDS, I AM THE SAME DAISY, HOWEVER I FORGOT INFORMATION THAT WOULD ALLOW ME TO GET INTO THE OTHER ACCOUNT AND UNFORTUNATELY WAS UNABALE TO COMMUNICATE WHEN I WAS LEFT A RESPONSE.... SO MY STORY REMAINS THE SAME....
On 4-11-2003 I had the worst day of my life, yes I had seen many deaths old, young, cousins, aunts, uncles and friends. But not the closet and I never dreamed it could be possible.... My 18 year old brother was violently killed. His life was ended by the hands of another.... and no one to pay for it. My family was shaken before that but it nearly rumbled when he died. I did not think the pain I felt was a part of human kind.... yes I seen death plenty times before... but it never hit home like this. See I partially raised my brother... it goes like this. I had a child at an early age and my mother was pregnant as well (yes I hid mine until there was no more hiding) anyways she raised us all. So my brother was six months older than my son. So when I became an adult the tables were turned and for family reason I was left to raise the kids including my son... So my brother was like my child. Before he died I had a dream, the dream consisted of four men being blown up in a car accident (my four brothers) one died and the others survived... The very next day my brother was killed. I dont believe in dreams but this dream was revealing. I could not see who died in the dream but it sure became a reality the next day and I was clearly able to see..... My mother it was so hard to see the pain she went through... I often go to the cemetary to just chat its a way of coping for me.... I sometimes just wonder why even though I know that our destine is set by the Lord... its still so hard to understand this thing called death... How could a person hurt so bad... I tried to put in my mind that my brother moved away and we just dont get to see one another as much as we like (see its true with some families) but then I start to realize that the not so often visits are really NEVER that is until we meet after death. Its the hardest thing to deal with and still be a good person, life for me is hard as i try not to be sarcastic to people who take lives.... I find myself being so cruel towards a person who commits a crime.of MURDER... they are not just killing a person they are killing a family. My life consists of daydreaming, hopes that I know will not be, unexpectant cries.... I will be in my office typing and it seems as my brother will come across my mind for no reason and I am in tears.... I cant tell my co-workers for they may feel i should be over it by now after all its been five years.... five years only made me realize there is no time limit to healing nor forgetting... I loved my brother so much and would have in a instant gave my life for him.... he was a baby.... In my kids i see images of him, I know its a part of me that wont let go.... I say to my mother dont be afraid to talk about him, keep him alive but then i go home and weep like a baby..... I know that GOD places on us no more than we can handle and I understand this well.... I tell you I sometimes feel that the statement has got the best of me, wont lie felt like ending it all but I know I would cause the same pain that those MURDERS cause me and the family to cope with after the ruthless acts they pulled... and because I loved the family so and realize it is not the way to go... I just take one day at a time, and hope for a better day each night I close my eyes to sleep Delete Comment
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I feel what you are saying... so well I can remember that morning that my son was murdered for no reason should that have happen.. I woke up that morning weeping for no reason and started to just stay home that morning but because I felt that my job would be in trouble I went on, I tell you I cried all the way to work, 20minutes of driving. I prayed that God would show me what was ahead and the smile of my son face with his beautiful smile was what I saw and I began to pray that God would take care of him and keep him from all hurt and danger. When I got there I could not move out of my car for crying again. I finally got it together and went in and sat at my desk I tell you it was not an hour and I was up an in the bathroom crying again, it was going to be a short day for me because of a dental appointment so I stuck it out. Everyone wanted to know what was wrong but I didn't know. Crying to the dental office and thru the treatment I had to get to my neighborhood meeting and yes the weeping started all over again and around 8:05pm I could not control it any longer so I excused myself and went home, showered and went to bed. Just as I seem to have fallen asleep the phone rang and I heard my husband say OH! NO! Sitting up in the bed not being able to move for a moment everything went thru my mind. I heard him say Eric and I could not sit there any longer I took the phone from him to hear Eric's wife say that Eric was dead.... I thought that she was going to say that he had been taken to the hospital, had an accident anything but he was dead. Daybreak was when we heard the news. Eric had been murdered... My day turned back to night. I could not see how this could have happened to my Eric, my son. He was not a violent person; he was a loving person that did whatever he could for anyone. Not my Eric no one could take his life, but it had happen and there was nothing I could do my son was gone forever, and we found out that it was around 9:06pm when he was murdered so God was trying to prepare me all the time, I just could not believe what had happen. The hurt was there for keeps it seem that I could not get through this and I too got the looks from some of my co-worker that made me feel that felt there had been enough time for me to have gotten over his death but I hope they never know the grief of the heart of a mother to lose a child, you never get over it you just take one day at a time. I prayed for strength to hold on until God could bring justice and for his help in my understanding why he did not bring Eric back to me. He let me know that he was with Eric and that Eric was ready to spend eternity with him this world had taken him through things that he did not want to come back to and he was ready to let God take control of them. He wrote on his board at his job before he left that evening Let Go Let God.
God also let me know that Vengeance was his and if I trust him he would make it alright. He is doing just what he said. Its been almost 4yrs now and we just got word that there has been 3 indictments so far in Eric's murder and I am believing that everyone that had anything to do with his murder will have justice served on them, and that each day they live they will face fact that they took the life of someone so loving and full of life that he would do whatever it took to make others happy and feel good. I don't want their life because it not mine to take, life is given by God and no person has the right to take it. So whatever justice is for them I pray that it is delivered but I never want them to forget what they have done to not only Eric but his family and the people that loved him so much and also denying the people that never got the chance to meet him the blessing of knowing him. God has blessed our family with a grandson by our oldest daughter whom she named after his uncle and in so many ways he's like him. We see images of Eric all the time in him, things he say and do you would not believe. Yes I too go to the cemetery to chat, it helps to have some private time trying to cope, I realize that it’s just his body there but it's the last place I left him and I need that time sometimes. His good memories and sprit will always be in my heart and his soul I know is with the Lord. So Daisy, cry if you must but don't give up on God bring Justice if he is doing it for us he will do it for you. You just keep the faith and let him do the work. He knows all that were involved and was there with your brother so they can't go without being brought to justice.
It's been a while. I just wanted to say "hello" to a terrific lady. I hope ur doing well. Barry
My name is Shantrell. My mother-in-law is Elaine Banks Phillips who is often on this site. I want to thank you for giving her words of encouragement. I read about your brother. My heart goes out to you and your family. Just like my mother-in-law hurt over the lost of Kris. He was more of a brother than a brother-in-law. Like some people say a brother from another mother. So you can say I to have lost a sibling. If you ever need to talk I'm here. I will keep you and your family in my prayer. Hope to hear from you soon.
I hope this has been a good day for you. I have been really busy and can't wait for some down time. Enough about me. How are you? I hope today finds you better than yesterday. I'll keep you in my prayers and hope to hear from you soon.
I'm not sure what to say, but I'm still here and I've been thinking of you as well. I hope you're doing well too. Take care.
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