- Posted December 11, 2013 by
This iReport is part of an assignment:
Home and Away: Remembering the fallen
Once Homeless in America
(Photo: Miguel Garcia Jr. pictured in the center) My brother was an Army Veteran that never quite fit into society after he left the service. He became homeless many, many years ago and fought for survival on the streets in America. He was another lost person in this world of plenty. Born on March 10, 1953 and died on December 05, 2013. His story can probably play out in every state in America -- like a broken record. He had defense wounds on his hands and arms, top teeth missing, a broken nose, and a contusion on his right temple. At some point, it must have been a a difficult confrontation that he endured, but he was able to walk into the hospital (on his own) on November 24th, but not in enough time to receive the help that he so desperately needed. The doctor's found advanced liver disease and his digestive system completely stopped functioning, proving he was in the throws of death. It wasn't Vietnam that claimed him, it was his own inner demons that finally won this war raging inside. He's being buried today in Phoenix, Arizona. I can't be there for many reasons, but I want him to know that I love him by posting this message.
I was at work when I started to get this feeling that I should call and check on you to see how things were going at the hospital. I called our sister, Margaret. As soon as I heard her voice, I knew your hour glass ran out of sand. It must have been a long, difficult journey to make your way to heaven. I can only imagine the lonely days, cold nights and hunger pains you must have experienced during your travels. It pains me greatly to know that you suffered. Always know this brother; I have always loved you. I hope this message gets sent to heaven express mail because I sure want you to know that you were loved and thought of. I miss your little boy smile. You always made me laugh so much. There are more good memories of you that I shall carry with me for the rest of my life, and I sure hope you're there to hold my hand when my time gets near. Have a peaceful journey the rest of the way. I know it will be because you are no longer suffering trying to survive this chaotic world we live in. Don't feel sadness for things you didn't get to do, for God has other plans for you now. I hope you find the peace in death that eluded you in this life. Travel safely brother and see you on the other side. RIP. Love you too much.
Your sister, Mary Helen