my big brother

This is my big brother Benjamin Del Evans. He was born on May 24, 1981. The most influental person in my child-hood was Ben. He literally raised me. When I was younger my mother was addicted to drugs, and hardly ever home, and I had no idea where my father was. I remember Ben was the one who took care of me and my other big brother, Taylor, day to day. He was the one who made sure we were fed, bathed, and clothed. He did all this at the age of only 15. My brother is the most protective brother on the entire earth. He always wanted me to turn out better than the other half of my family did. He wanted me to be the one who grew up and had a wonderful family and succeeded. He always would say, "Whitney, you are going to be probably the only one who turns out in this family." My big brother is my hero. I have always looked up to him in every possible way. He was always strong and didn't let things get to him. He was protective, and even though he was mr. tough guy, he was stil very nurtouring. He was a best friend. He would never just turn his back on someone he loved. This summer my brother died. It was the hardest thing I have ever been through in my life. I can't ever remember feeling so lonely. I remember the day he died like it was yesterday. It was the worst day of my entire life. About two hours after I found out he had died I decided I wanted a blessing to help with the pain. My uncle and my friends father came to give me a blessing, and I believe it helped more than anything else possibly could. Even though Ben's death was the hardest thing I have ever been through in my life, it has brought my mother Trisa, my brother Taylor, and I closer than we ever have been. I think of Ben everyday. I don't think there has been a day since he died that I haven't thought abouthim. I loved Ben so much, and I hope I
can make him proud and succeed in life.

what hurts the most -Rascal Flatts

I can take the rain on the roof of this empty house
That don’t bother meI can take a few tears now and then and just let them out
I’m not afraid to cry every once in a while
Even though going on with you gone still upsets me
There are days every now and again I pretend I’m ok
But that’s not what gets me
What hurts the most
Was being so close
And having so much to say
And watching you walk away
And never knowing
What could have been
And not seeing that loving you
Is what I was tryin’ to do
It’s hard to deal with the pain of losing you everywhere I go
But I’m doin’ It
It’s hard to force that smile when I see our old friends and I’m alone
Still HarderGetting up, getting dressed, livin’ with this regret
But I know if I could do it overI would trade give away all the words that I saved in my heart
That I left unspoken
What hurts the most
Is being so close
And having so much to say
And watching you walk away
And never knowing
What could have been
And not seeing that loving you
Is what I was trying to do
What hurts the most
Is being so close
And having so much to say
And watching you walk away
And never knowing
What could have been
And not seeing that loving you
Is what I was trying to do
Not seeing that loving you
That’s what I was trying to do


WEBSITE IN MEMORY OF BEN MADE BY ME: www.freewebs.com/inmemoryofben