Michael recently had to write an essay for school and unbeknownst to me he decided to write about his brother.... I am proud to share his essay... all in his words.
My Baby Brother You Can’t See
It was June25, 2015. This is a day
that is meaningful to me and also serves as a day of reflection. We had to say
goodbye to my baby brother whose name was Noah, because he was too small and
young to be able to live on earth. I remember thinking of all the things that
he would never get the chance to do. It reminded me how thankful I should be
because I get to live.
First, (backtrack a little bit) the
day had started off great. It was June, 13 2020 we had been frequently visiting
the hospital because my mom was about to give birth, “this is Noah your baby
Brother” I can remember my mom saying. I replied with a “Mom he is really
really small”. Even though it was considered premature due to the fact she was
giving birth early, I did not care that I was ready to have a brother who was
younger than me. My brother Gabriel would always say something like “I am going
to be the first one to play baseball” this showed that he was also really
happy. At night (this is when I was eight) Dreaming that Noah, Gabriel (my
older brother), and I would live in a mansion together and be very rich and not
have to worry about having to do daily house chores. I would brainstorm and
write things that I would someday do with him like be able to Drive him to
school, sneak candy up to our room, and all the other mischief that brothers
would do.
During this week, there were vast
amounts of different moods. During the week every new news felt like it was
against Noah, I could tell that my parents were very sad and did not know what
the future would bring. There was an occasional “Noah is doing the best” I just
wanted to cry. My mom had signed me up for summer school which I was fine with
because it would help me learn and make sure that she had someone to watch us.
But the hardest thing was that all day during the summer school the only thing
I could think about was if I got home and found out that he was already gone.
When I did get to go to the hospital I got to see a baby fighting for his life,
and he was so small and fragile. Towards the end of the week I could tell that
things were not going the way that my family wanted it to go. And then on June
25 2005 I had gotten home from school and my mom was home and for a second I
really confused then it hit me he had gone. Both of my parents told me “God is
with him”. I ran to my room and was just a mess crying. Looking back I now
realize that life is really important every day. You can see people complaining
because something so small happened, sometimes this annoys me because they
aren't just happy that they get to breathe and live. Maybe that one extra
breath could have been a life changing moment and got Noah back to good health
again. So every day I try to take account of everything I am blessed with and
try hard to not complain at the little things and enjoy the wonders of life.
In conclusion, life is a blessing
that some people will never get the chance to experience and therefore should
be really thankful for that ability. Noah was a major part of my life that let
me reflect on my mindset and change the way I think. Today my parents have made
something that is called Noah's Kindness Project and every year we do 12 acts
of kindness representing the 12 days that he was alive. Although I would rather
have him with me knowing that because of the event of his death my family and
others are able to help others for the better. To finish this off the quote
that is the Noah's Kindness Project Motto is “There is no foot too small that
it cannot leave an imprint on this world”.
