I Remember.... the phone call

It was late afternoon Sunday 3 July 2005, nothing special about the day, a normal, lazy Sunday afternoon.  As part of my weekend routine, I log onto Messenger to check if anyone was online. My family lives in Brazil, I am in South Africa.

My sister was online, I typed first, hello, how is everyone?my sister typed back, something tragic has happened, I asked what? she typed Iru, my brother was murdered. At that single moment in time, that second, I felt sick, lame, and lifeless... ran to my husband's office, rushed through the door and said "Iru was killed"...he asked what happened?  I answered I dont know.... I was crying, he cried with me...

They have been trying to phone us, with no sucess. I called, spoke to my sister's husband, confusion, no one knows what happened... Sunday morning,  he was walking to the supermarket, and was shot in the back, the bullet went through the heart, he collapsed, instant death. Even more confuson, I called my dad, he was crying, his only son just died. Our little brother was only 26 years, how senseless.

I remember that day like it was yesterday, I had to call my mom(who was visiting me in South Africa at that time, and was visiting my grandmother in another town)  to tell her that her only son, the youngest, the most wonderful person I know has died. I picked up the phone, I dialed the number, she answered, I said "hi mummy",  she answered: " hi darling, I am waiting for Iru to call,  your sisters are having lunch with him, and they are going to call me anytime now..." I said "mummy... he is not going to call". She said "did something happen"? I said " yes, Iru will not call, he is dead". I cried, she said" that's ok Mali, dont cry", I said "mummy its not ok..."   we cried together...

As I remember that phone call today, and I get tears in my eyes, I can still feel the emotions I felt that day, that phone call has been the worst my mom has ever received and the worst I have ever made...

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