Stories of Lost Child
Siblings
Murder Reality
by Erin, Cincinnati, U.S.A.
July 23,01 10:55 p.m. - I was watching the commercial for the 11 o'clock news when I saw the flash "2 unidentified black males gunned down in red SUV". I called my mother franticly but she was upset and told me to find out for myself. I ran out in my pj's and went directly to the murder scene where I confronted police that had the street blocked off. I pulled my hair off my face and ordered the officer to take a good look at me because my brother and I look almost identical. Then the officer got out his car and I watched as he put his hat on. Right then I knew that this was official police business. My heart was racing so fast it seemed like there was no air and that I was gasping. All in an instant my life stopped and I gave the officer my identification. He walked my to the top of the hill where my brother and his friend lyed shot to death; my mother's truck overturned and lights everywhere from police cars. I was out there all alone for 2 1/2 hours, screaming for God, any God, to please, please help. Right then I lost all faith in anything and anybody. I mean it was just last summer my mother got diagnosed with MS. I had to tell my mother her only son was dead! I felt like it was my fault and I should take full responsibility. I freaked out as I saw my baby brother lying with his eyes still open, blood in his mouth, looking at me, and I could do NOTHING!!! At his funeral I lost control. It was understandable we were so close; I knew his first sexual experience, we shared everything, I was like the brother he never had. I heard him talking to me faintly in my head; he told me not to let go. Then just when I thought things couldn't get any worse, someone broke into my home, destroyed it, took averything I owned and left the speaker my brother had given me with his picture torn from my refrigerator sitting on top. I have 3 small kids and they tore their clothes up. Anyway, I ended up homeless because my house was now a crime scene and sec 8 took my voucher. So I now live with my mother and believe me its hard hearing her cry at night. And there's nothing I can do to ease her pain. I had gotten to the point were I was considering suicide until one day my oldest daughter came home from daycare with this butterfly she said her uncle helped her make. He said he misses me very much and he always watches me. That day I also found out I was pregnant and due on his birthday March 27th. I terminated my pregancy because the dreams I was having of all these snakes covering my brother. I would hold his hand and he would yell "Erin please don't let go!!" People said it was my brother coming back thru me, and the thought of him like that was too much to handle. I felt better after the procedure and I don't believe in that at all. Now to make a long story short I went to my brothers grave and he's under a tree and guess what was in that tree.... Butterfly kites!! I knew then that my brother is somewhere great and he is okay. That makes me okay. He was only 20 and loved. Over 800 people attended his funeral and it was even on the Channel Five News. I may not have material things and its hard right now considering he had no insurance. I convinced my mother to open a memorial at 5/3 bank called "The Clem Turner Memorial Fund". Hopefully she won't have to sell our home. People loved him as he was 6'4" and 350 lbs. You can imagine how big he was. He was also very handsome. I'll always miss him
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