A Year Already.
I rarely go home to visit anymore. The pain that I can see in our parents eyes is too much to handle. They are numb to the world. Everytime I walk down the hall I pass your bedroom. Nothing has moved. Your pictures are still up. Your guitars are in the same place. I dont even know if anyone has been in there. When they took you off of the support our father laid next to you while you left us. He thought that it was the right thing to do. The only thing to do. He said that he was with you when you came into this world, and he would be with you when you went out. He has not been the same since.
You are missed more that you could possibly understand. Sometimes I smell your cologne when I am out and I can't help but look for you. Stupid, I know. I want you to know that when people ask me if I have any siblings, I want so badly to say that I did. I want to tell them all about my little brother who was spectacular, but it is so much easier to say that I am an only child.
I miss you. I miss you so much. There is not a day that passes that I wish that I could give up my life to save yours. I love you. Can't wait to see you again.
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