I don’t really know what the write…

Starting at age 2. I remember vaguely the phone calls my dad made to me when he was away. I remember feeling alone and wanting my mom and dad to come back. I would ask about them frequently and just told they would be back soon. Moving forward just a little I remember being at my dad’s funeral, I remember seeing him lying there in the casket, I remember asking about him and being told he is sleeping. I accepted that answer but did not…

My brother was tragically killed this past summer on August 28th 2013. He was killed in a workplace accident. He was killed 4 days after all my family was together for another brothers wedding. I just keep remembering getting that phone call. How can my little brother be gone? He was so full of life and had such a passion for the arts. He truly excelled at everything he put his mind too. My family means the world to me. I consider all my siblings my friends. I just spent 2 weeks with my…