17 years

I woke up in the middle of the night. The clock was 03:07 A.M. I had a nightmare. The dream was about my brother, Jimmy. We had arranged a meeting, after we hadn’t spoken together for 17 years. We walked towards each other on the side walk, and when we were 6 feet from him, he was shot in the back head. His blood spurted into my face, and then I woke up.

I lay in my bed in one hour and a half, trying to fall asleep again, but I could not. My thoughts flew around in my head. So I got up, and walked into my living room, turned on the TV and sat down with my quilt and watched TV to get some second thoughts.

Later I received a call. It was a doctor from a hospital in San Antonio, Texas. He told me, that my brother Jimmy, was hospitalized, but they didn’t know what was wrong with him yet.

I walked around in my living room, not knowing what to do.

I realized that walking around the living room wouldn’t help me out. So I went out to my car, started it and drove to the hospital.