Kyla
06-03-2004, 06:23 PM
Ok this is hard for me to write, but I am going to write it in the Australian forum, as this happened in Australia, and I am Australian.
Its the 4th June today, my brother Michael was murdered by an occult 10 years ago. The grief it bought myself and my family was unbearable, and the loss to us was great, he was my only brother.
For months, I would lock myself in my room, and try and talk to him, to get in touch with him, for him to let me know how to cope.
The justice system charged the man (we actually went to high school with him) for the injustice that he had done.
The way I realized I could ever go on, was to forgive this man. I did forgive this man. He wasnt the monster that I had in my head, he was a very mixed up, and confused young man trying to fit into society in the wrong way. Why do I write this? Because rehabilitation is the answer, to everyone and anyone. There are so cruel people in this world, I wont deny that, but I write, because do we really understand the cruelness that sets them off? Like a man, that was ridiculed at school, was unpopular, got mixed up with some other cruel people, that allowed him to fit in somewhere in his lost world. I am writing this, because I would like people to think about reasons behind the hurt and pain, that we go through.
YES... I was hurt.. YES.. my family was a victim to a crime. But YES, I could heal, because of forgiveness. I dont expect everyone to feel the same way I do, as loosing someone you love is one of the worst experiences that we can endure, but forgiving is harder than hurt, and if we can look back, and think about things, and think rational, perhaps our lives will be more in perspective, and we can move on to what the big picture involves.
To my brother Michael, I will always love you, with all my heart, soul, and every heartbeat inside of me that flows our blood, the same blood.
To Steven, the man that did this to you, he is at peace now as well, guilt got the better of him, and fate took his life. It works strangely sometimes, but yes, you are forgiven by me, for your mistakes.
Its the 4th June today, my brother Michael was murdered by an occult 10 years ago. The grief it bought myself and my family was unbearable, and the loss to us was great, he was my only brother.
For months, I would lock myself in my room, and try and talk to him, to get in touch with him, for him to let me know how to cope.
The justice system charged the man (we actually went to high school with him) for the injustice that he had done.
The way I realized I could ever go on, was to forgive this man. I did forgive this man. He wasnt the monster that I had in my head, he was a very mixed up, and confused young man trying to fit into society in the wrong way. Why do I write this? Because rehabilitation is the answer, to everyone and anyone. There are so cruel people in this world, I wont deny that, but I write, because do we really understand the cruelness that sets them off? Like a man, that was ridiculed at school, was unpopular, got mixed up with some other cruel people, that allowed him to fit in somewhere in his lost world. I am writing this, because I would like people to think about reasons behind the hurt and pain, that we go through.
YES... I was hurt.. YES.. my family was a victim to a crime. But YES, I could heal, because of forgiveness. I dont expect everyone to feel the same way I do, as loosing someone you love is one of the worst experiences that we can endure, but forgiving is harder than hurt, and if we can look back, and think about things, and think rational, perhaps our lives will be more in perspective, and we can move on to what the big picture involves.
To my brother Michael, I will always love you, with all my heart, soul, and every heartbeat inside of me that flows our blood, the same blood.
To Steven, the man that did this to you, he is at peace now as well, guilt got the better of him, and fate took his life. It works strangely sometimes, but yes, you are forgiven by me, for your mistakes.