It all began on Saturday, November 9, 2013 and has yet to end. “What began?” you may ask. Itwas the day my brother was murdered. It was the day that time stopped and marked the end ofinnocence for my family. We had never experienced murder in our family. He was pronounceddead in Memphis, TN after a bunch of bungled efforts to get him assistance. Truth is, he wasdead when they were “attempting” to get him to a helicopter and to the ER at Helena Hospital.He was transported to Memphis in the same helicopter that they kept passing up en route toHelena Hospital. There are so many emotions that are evoked…