Contribute To My Brother, RIP

Grandfather kills own grandson while aiming for granddaughter

Now to the most traumatic event in my life...yes I still have yet told you about the most traumtic...Even more so than my other grandmother dying on 10-15-01 (I wrote her a poem too that I will be putting up on my other website). November 18, 2001...A day that I will NEVER forget. My brother Josh's death...It was the sunday before thanksgiving. My cousin Colt had stayed the night to go hunting again with my brothers. The rest of my family was going to be going to the church's thanksgiving dinner. I wanted to go hunting, I loved to hunt. My mom heard me talking about it and told me I wasn't because of my hip. I went to my dad and begged him telling him that mom doesn't understand why I love to hunt. He told me to get dressed and go. Since I was going I was partnered up with my brother Josh and he wasn't going to take his usual spot in the woods, we laid in the field between the 2 woods. I had heard my other brother and cousins making noises and calling us in the woods behind us about 300 yards. So I sat up and faced them waving my arms in the air and yelling at them what. I proceeded to wake my brother Josh up...hehe yes he fell asleep...and told him what they were doing and he realized something was going on too. Then out of no where Josh went "oh sh*t get down", I turned around to see my grandfather Ron on the other side of us about 200 yards. Yes this is the same grandfather I mentioned way earlier. My cousin said when I was up waving at them he saw Ron looking threw binoculars right at Josh and I...I had on my camo coat that had hunter orange on it...Josh on the other hand was in full camo next to me....Ron still had to have seen us. We laid down for minutes hoping he'd go away...we knew he'd try to use this (it was his field, because we lived in his house that he's been trying to evict us, yes evict his own grandchildren out of since he let us move into it) to evict us. I told Josh to hide his riffle in the corn role between him and I and cover it up with stalks. He proceeded to do so. Once he got it done I was like "you dummy you left where you took all the stuff to cover it up bald!" So once again he leaned up on his left shoulder to cover up the bald spot, just as he got that done a gun shot went off. The first thought to go through my mind was he's shooting like "haha I know you 2 are out there." Next thing I know my brother Josh is making this ungoddly sound and I went "omg did he shoot you" and he's like "yes, hellllppp." I became hysterical very fast. I didn't see blood coming out of his chest but I saw it coming out of his mouth. I jumped up to run to the back side of him to see the bullet hole in his left shoulder spurtting out blood. My first instinct of course was to stop the bleeding, for before wanting to be a lawyer I wanted to become a doctor and read up on it alot. I tried everything to stop the bleeding and it was not working. I stood up towards Ron where he was still at in his truck screaming at him "You bastard you shot him, you bastard" then I turned to the other side where Daniel and Colt were and screamed th them "He shot him, He shot him." They dropped what they had and started running to us. By the time they got to us Ron just pulled up in his truck with his whore in there. I remember his face he had...it was like a "oh what did i do? I didn't do anything wrong." In the mean time I'm trying to stop Josh's bleeding with him saying "help me, I don't want to die, please don't let me die..." I'm crying right now typing this for I'm thinking back on this and still can't believe my brother is dead. To make a long story shorter for i could go on forever in details. My brother died in that field right outside of my house before the paramedics even got here...they didn't tell any of us this. They just told us he was in bad condition. I was the one that had to make it back to the house to call everyone while i was crying so hard, not being able to breathe and throwing up constantly. I wasn't allowed to head towards the hospital till the cops were done questioning me and getting my statement. Once my brother Daniel and I got to the hospital we saw my grandfather (mothers dad, the good one, that just lost his wife) outside. Everyone gathered up and I thought we were going to pray, we were in a circle holding hands. Then Grandpa said "he didn't make it." *crying* I colapsed to the ground crying screaming "noooo nooo nooo." I had to be carried into the hospital for i couldn't stand. I was told for the longest time I just kept crying and shaking saying no. When we went into the room where his body was I broke down again to the floor screaming and crying "nooo." My brother, my soul protector was dead, dead before me when in so many ways it should have been me. The investorgators determined they have no idea why the .270 bullet didn't pass right through his chest and hit me in the neck...which is where it would have hit. They said all they can say is it was his size that stopped it, even then it should have passed through him (He was 5'10" 320lbs, my brother was a very big boy). Till this day if someone disses overweight people, they will have me to deal with, my brothers weight saved my life. At his funeral I gave a speech that included "My brother Josh had always been protective of me when it came to other guys...I always got him to take me places...well I guess this was his way to protect me one last time." Later I was told that anyone that already wasn't crying was crying after i gave my speech.

**exert from a different online journal of my life