Ever since Leon was brought in to my life my mum would tell me that I woud give him loads of hugs and kisses because I adored him so much. Ive always wanted to protect him because I loved him so much. We really were like two peas in a pod. If I were to right all of the special memories we had it would take me forever. All I can say is that he was a blessing in my life and that he was a special boy always caring about others, talented, beautiful and funny. People just fell in love with him, his personality was contagous. He never failed to put a smile on my mum and I's faces.
I mean it when I say I feel he was too special for this earth and that his short stay was because he was needed in heaven. Heaven is a lot better than this earth full of good and bad people.
3 years ago my life was turned upside down. We had just come off our holiday in the summer and Leon began to get a headache. We took him to the doctors but he was just sent away with paracetamol. He was getting worse and worse no one could have predicted that this was something seriously life threating. He was in pain with the headache. We took him to the hospital but again he was sent away. We stayed at my nans during this. I gave Leon our favourite ice lollies because everything else he ate only came up again. It got to the point of which we had to take him back to the hospital. I stayed at my nans with my grandad whilst my mum and nan took him. I stayed up all night with my grandad. I knew something wasn't right. My dad went to the hospital.
The next morning. I woke up to my nan and grandad in the next room sitting on the end of the bed. They then told me that Leon was very ill. I ran down the stairs screaming. Later on we went to the hospital, I was in a state of shock when I saw Leon fitting. He was brain dead. I was trying to make sense of what was happening because one minute I was happily on holiday and the next I was at the hospital having to see my brother in this way. Even writing this now makes me feel sick to my stomach.Later on in the week Leon was transferred to a hospital in London. We would visit everyday. I would go and see him, I couldn't speak. He was asleep, all tubed up. I remember hearing dizzie rascal-Holiday playing in the background. He liked Dizzie Rascal. All this time we would sit anxiously in the parents room fearing the worst. Everytime that we travelled home in thhe evening I would pray that he would be ok. I would imagine my life without him for a second, I can't even put into words how I felt.
The next day we went back up. The day was going by more family members at the hospital. We were sat in the parents room. Everyone went outside and told me to stay in the room. I knew it wasn't good. My dad walked in to the room and told me we had lost him. I kept saying that I want my brother back.
And that was it. From that day on I felt like I hadn't got a life left to live. How would me and my mum go home again and live there without Leon. What am I gonna do without him. I felt dead inside. I was exhausted.
Leon was 10 and I was 13. He's now my star. Death will never tear us apart because were unbreakable. We will always be together forever.xx
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