This story is a very special one to me, and I felt that it was so important to share. It is a very complex story filled with losses throughout Kelly’s life. In order for readers to really absorb every detail, I have decided to break up Kelly’s life story into sections, which will eventually lead up to her present life. Trust me, there IS a happy ending here, but it comes with much loss and heartache. I began sharing her story in Part 1, so if you missed the previous parts of the story, I recommend you go and read them before starting this one. I hope that you will follow through the 7 days so that you can see how her story unfolds and where she is now. Here we go with Part 6 of 7…
Author: Kelly Lynn
Now we will jump completely in a different direction and talk about the only “blood” family I had left from that small family many years ago, which is my older brother. We had a very distant relationship after he left when I was in middle school. He turned to drugs and got into some really bad stuff. We didn’t have much contact from about 1993 until about 2008. It was only a random phone call here and there. He still lived in Colorado, but something was just off, and he wasn’t the same brother I remembered as a child. Drugs can do that to you. Eventually he ended up having 4 daughters from 2 different women and then came to “disown” them, stating he didn’t even acknowledge that he had children. My feelings on that are a whole other story. That is just down right sickening.
He married a woman sometime in between those years, and she was about 10 years older than him, having her own son and grandbabies. In 2008, he had reached out to me while I was living in Florida, and he and his wife had nowhere to go. They had no place to live, no money, no food, nothing. Mind you, he is in Colorado, so that was a bit challenging. I had just gone through the miscarriage trauma and was feeling alone, so I reached out to God and prayed. I wasn’t even sure if I was doing it “right”, but I prayed. I prayed to find out what I should do, and I came to the decision to have my brother and his wife move to Florida with me. I sent them money, they brought the little they had, and they drove to Florida within a week. At the time, I was living in a 1-bedroom condo, so it was very tight. They stayed for a few months, my brother tried to find work, which was challenging because he was a registered sex offender. Just to put it out there, when he was about 25, he was charged with allowing a child (the kid was a 13 year old boy, which was his girlfriend’s son), to watch pornography, while he and his much older girlfriend were partaking in adult activities. Ok, back on track. He couldn’t find work. His wife ended up finding a job at the closest Walmart. Months went by, and he still wasn’t working; so only his wife and I were supporting the household. They had been added to my cell phone plan, and I wasn’t charging them rent. I only wanted them to save up to get their own place.
Around October 2009, I made the decision to move to Texas, and they were more than welcome to come with me or stay. They decided to stay and moved with me. On December 2nd, 2009 I woke up thinking we were going to go Christmas shopping. I walked out of my room only to find the house empty, all the cash I had in a vase in the kitchen was gone, and they were nowhere to be found. They had blocked my phone number (mind you the cell phones were on my plan) and I couldn’t reach them. I had no idea where they went. Nothing, not a single word or explanation. I was so upset that once again I had been used and stolen from in my life by someone I loved and was helping. I disconnected their phone lines and didn’t hear anything from them at all….until 2014.
I received a message on Facebook from his wife. My brother had committed suicide. No explanation, no details, nothing. Again, it was only a short brief message that he had taken his own life and that there would be no funeral…”just wanted to let you know.” Our relationship was very toxic and distant, but at the end of the day, I had forgiven him, and I loved him. He was my brother. We had both gone through a lot, and we only had one another; but he chose to go the other way. Regardless of our history, I was deeply saddened, hurt, and lost. The only connection that I had left to my mom’s bloodline was gone.
That would bring us to loss #6.
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