My dad killed my brother on accident. No one talks about it, ever.

I have an older brother, over 20 years older than me. Mabye 22 when my mom had me, 23-25 when he had his first kid, 26-28 when he died. <br><br>When my brother was 28 he was newly married, no kids yet, but he and his wife were expecting their first child. <br><br>His wife had just moved to the United States while my brother was still in Italy. She was only here for a couple of months before she died. She was in a car accident. It was her fault. She lost control of the car coming around a corner, ran a red light, crashed into another car. She died almost immediately from her injuries, and my brother was devastated. <br><br>He didn't die that day, though. He was a passenger in the other car, which was driven by my grandfather. The story goes that his wife was driving, rounded the corner too fast, sped up as they came up to our house (my grandpa was in the middle of the block), ran the red light, and crashed into another car, which my grandfather somehow managed to stop before it hit us. If I remember right, my brother broke his leg and bruised some ribs. It was a relatively minor injury, and he was devastated over his wife's death. <br><br>My grandpa was driving because my brother had just drunk a bit of wine, and we were in the Mediterranean at the time. He had left his wife and infant son with my grandparents for the summer so he could roam around for a bit. <br><br>No one ever talks about it. No one ever asks why I was raised by my grandparents instead of my uncle, or why my uncle wasn't around much. They just say it was an accident, and to move on from it. My mom has been dead for almost 10 years now, so we can finally talk about it, but no one ever wants to know why I hate my dad so much. Why I was terrified of him growing up, and why I'm terrified he'll walk through my door any minute to tell me he's coming after me. No one ever wants to know why I don't speak to him, why I don't even know him, and why I'd rather die than contact him for any reason. <br><br>So fuck it, I said it. Now you know why I hate my dad. Now you know why I don't talk to him. Now you know why I don't like talking about him. Thanks for listening, I feel better now. <br><br>And if you are someone who has done the same destruction that my dad did, and you think you can get away with it, think again. I know someone who did it, and they're rotting in jail. Don't be that person, and never tell yourself you won't be caught. You will be caught, and you will pay for what you did. <br><br>Did I really just make a post about my brother's death on chambers? I didn't even mention his name. <br><br>He was Alessandro.