He would have turned 31 years old yesterday. If only there were no evil criminals in the world, he would most probably be a doctor by now. If only things happened differently, my brother, Marvin, would still be alive today, but he isn't.
While Marvin's birthday was May 30, his death anniversary is on June 5. I can take hours just typing everything I recall about that day he passed away eleven years ago. But doing all that will just bring back all the pain especially since his case never got resolved and the criminal may still be walking free. Although I have already accepted his death and have offered his case to God, trusting that even if justice wasn't given here on earth that maybe Marvin will be granted that in heaven, there is still a part of me that feels helpless and useless and scared. Helpless and useless because I couldn't do anything to help his case. Scared because what happened to him was something you never think will happen to you. His death was proof of how evil some people can be. At the same time though, I guess it also taught me a lesson - that life is short. It is because of that realization that I live the way I live right now, always with a conscious effort to enjoy each and every day because we really never know if this will be our last day in this world.
I miss you still, Marvin, and I always will. I know that you're in a better place, happy and looking down on us. Someday I know I'll see you again. I hope you know you're always remembered.