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What’s Left Of My Family Will Likely End On Tuesday. I’m OK With It.
On July 27th, the remaining pieces of the family that birthed me will likely be destroyed. I don’t say this lightly, and I take no pleasure in it. However, it needs to happen.
On that day, my brother will appear before a judge for violating the terms of his parole. If things go as I suspect they will, the portion of his suspended sentence — I recall being about 12 years — will be reinstated. I guess they may add to that, but they may say that’s enough. If that is the case, he would not be released from prison until I am 63. He will be 58. The men in my family don’t tend to live long. It’s possible we won’t see each other again, and I’m ok with that.
I have not had any contact with my brother for years. I’d like to tell you that I wish that were different, but I can’t. I’m sad in a way because he’s a very gifted person, but he used those gifts to hurt people. So, I have no trouble telling you that prison is exactly where he belongs. Not seeing the outside world again where he can’t hurt another person is better for everyone.
I’m choosing to write about this for the first time because I want people to see the signs of a person like him as early as possible, so you can either get that person they help they really need or get out while you can.
