It is never easy for a child when they lose their parent no matter how old the child or the parent.
On Monday morning my dad died.
Monday evening I was assaulted by my brother. I went to the Emergency Department at a hospital near to my mom's home. Soft tissue injuries from him choking me. I had the police brought into my room and I reported the assault. I'll be pressing charges.
My brother might have been my dad's favorite but Dad isn't here, thankfully, to witness what happened. Mom pleaded with me for the first few hours to not report it. I made her realize that if he had hurt anyone outside the family or even my daughter she would have wanted the police to get involved. I refuse to be guilt tripped into not pressing charges.
The next few days are going to be really rough. I'm being medicated for the pain. I'm to be kept separate from my brother during the wake and funeral. Oh not because I'd go after him but because he might again try to kill me.
I'll go into more details on the whole thing when I'm back home and hopefully safe on the military installation.
Thinking of all of you and hoping your lives are good.