Grandma's Garage

My brother was murdered when I was 2 years old and he was 3, by my mother and possibly my grandmother. I spent my childhood being raised by an extremely abusive grandmother who used religion to justify her actions. I was never told of my brother's fate or that I even had a brother, I had to discover that all on my own.
This is a collection of memories that have either shattered or shaped me as a person. I am writing this book to hopefully let go of some anger and pain left by a traumatic and broken childhood. And hopefully give me the courage to finally get my mother to tell the truth about what happened to my brother and why she decided to destroy our family.