Shanae
On the calendar, 3 and a half years have passed. In my heart, we haven't moved a day forward. I think about you all the time. All the stories you and Gar would tell me, all the silly things you would constantly do.. Making yourself fart, burping the ABC's, the excitement in your eyes and voice when telling stories. I know you were hurting for so long, but your smile and hope for better never seemed to waiver. I miss you so much, big bro. I clench tight to the hope that I will see you again; maybe not in this life, but in the next. I love you.
