Blue day

This is a day that pretty much stinks for me and my family. 17 years ago, my little brother died. He would have been 2 in a month minus 1 day. It's been so long it sometimes seems like it was just a bad dream. Maybe I never had a brother, maybe that was the good part of the dream before it all went so drastically wrong. He fell into our family pool while my other brother and I were at school. My parents had just left town to go on a cruise and we were being taken care of by an older couple that rented the apartment I now live in. The woman couldn't swim. She didn't even try to jump in and save him. I would hate her for this. I would wish bad things for her. I feel like it's not even worth it though, I'm sure she must hate herself for letting it happen. I know I would. The worst part is my little sister was 3 at the time and she has been remembering things for the past couple of years. Repressed memories. Terrible memories. Things no person should have to remember. When she has one of these memories, it's almost like the will to hate comes back. BUT, hate is a terrible thing and I know my little brother is in a great place. I know I'll see him again someday. I love you Brennen Otis!