Funeral Costs for David Gomez Lopez

It’s hard to begin writing this, never in my life would I have thought I would have to do this for someone so close to me as my little brother. He was so smart and an analytical thinker, he had a very bright and amazing mind. There’s so much I wish I could have done for him, he was truly my rock.

When we were little, he would always be super extroverted and make friends with anyone he could. He loved to talk to people. I was the complete opposite and the only way I could make friends was from my little brother. It seems insignificant but I cherish every moment I have had with him.

On July 9th, I woke up to the worst news I could ever hear, my brother had shot himself. In reality my brother was hurting inside so much, I just wish I did more for him, I wish I knew, I wish I could have prevented it. I would give the entire world for him.

Since a couple months ago, my brother was diagnosed with Schizophrenia along with his already diagnosed Bipolar and Depression. Due to his traumatic past, he struggled a lot with it recently. So much that he just wanted to escape. Escape from all the pain and heart ache he went through.

Unfortunately, my little brother didn’t have many people to talk to anymore since his diagnose of Schizophrenia, only a few people cared to make sure he was okay. Only a few people spent hours with him talking, because he loved talking to other people. Only a few people were really there for him.

When my brother attempted before July 9th, we brought him to to hospital and wanted to keep him there for a bit because we didn’t want him to hurt himself again. However, the hospital did not take his suicide attempt serious and he was sent back home shortly after getting the liquids he drank out of his system.

Anyone who has spoken with David can recall that how incredibly smart he was. He loved to learn and articulate his thoughts in a way nobody else could in the household. My little brother was only 18 years old. I’m only a year older than him, we grew up really close, I used to share a room with him when we were younger. He had the bottom bunk bed and I had the top.

For my little brother,

I love you. I miss you dearly, you truly deserved better. I’m so sorry that enough wasn’t done. I’m sorry we didn’t get to spend one last time together that day, I’m so sorry. There’s so much I wish I could say to you, and it just hurts realising I’ll never be able to talk to you again. I’ll do good for you, I promise to stay strong for you and mom. I know you want me to do good.

We come from a low income family, so our life situation has always been hard but my brother was always able to make the most out of it. I admire him.

Once we are able to, we plan to cremate him, this is because he hated living here in Vegas. He had dreams of moving out and living somewhere else so that he could eventually move the family out too. We can’t bury him here, we want to bring him to Oregon, our home state that we grew up at when we were young, where most of his happy memories live. He loved to swim and even fish. His ashes will remain in a special place, scattered across the creek. We all love you David. Rest well my baby brother.