My homeboy Ty got shot in the back of the head on September 6th. He wasn't completely dead when he got to the hospital though. His brain held on until later that night, but was slowly dying in the process. His mother and four sisters decided to take him off of life support Saturday morning. His sister showed me, Patrick and Darnee a short video they made at the hospital right before they took him off of life support and took him to harvest his organs. I didn't want to watch it, but his sister TT wanted us to, all the while ensuring us that he looked the same, except for a tube down his throat. The video showed Ty laying in a bed, with the back half of his head wrapped in bandages. His eyes were below half-mast. He did have a tube down his throat. His face looked normal, but he didn't look the same.
"He gone right there Mike." I wasn't looking at TT, but I knew the voice was hers." He gone."
That's what was different. His body was there, but he was gone.
I remember about 4-5 years ago, sitting outside of my mom's house with my girlfriend at the time and her mother. 2 weeks before that, our man Chris told me that Ty had been locked up, that he wanted to find him, and wanted me to help. Chris and Ty were like brothers. The situation came up while talking to my girlfriend's mother, and it led to a bigger conversation about my friends, and my hopes for all of our lives. I wanted to help Tyrone, Chris, Ronald, Darnee, Patrick, Eliott and Mike Brown in any way I could. We all looked out for each other like that. We were homeboys, then and now.
"Your not Jesus." That was her response. She said some other shit after it, about me not taking on other peoples burdens, that I can't save the world and how that's the reality of life. She probably called herself trying to help me, handing down valuable life lesson learned through her years of living.
Now Chris and Ty are gone.
