I can't believe it has been a year already. It seems like yesterday I was laughing with him, my brother, my only sibling. Now all I seem to do when I think of him is cry. I wish I could talk to him and hear him call me sissy. He always called me that. Even in front of his friends. He never was ashamed to talk like that about me to them. I was his sissy and the one he could tell all to, knowing I would NEVER judge him. I knew I could always talk to him about things as well. Now I have no brother and I will never get a chance to be an auntie. That really hurts. I'm not sure why God has taken him away from us, but I do know it was for a reason. I know I will see him again. I know I will hug him till we fall! I can't wait for the day I can do that!! As for now, I will think about him everyday and think about what he is up to. I hope he knows how much I love him. Till we meet again little brother. I love you!
Leggings Project
8 years ago
1 comments:
I wish I had been able to meet him in person. He sounds like such a fun, neat, and lovable guy. It definitely takes a cool brother to call you sissy in front of his friends. I bet you were probably the only person he could tell all to since you knew each other and your backgrounds so well. Hang in there my friend.
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