December is a bad month for me. My only brother was born Dec. 19th 1966, he died Dec 12th 2002. He was the best friend I have ever had, he taught me how to be a man, how to be a good person, and is responsible for saving my life on numerous occasions.
Even after 6 years I can't begin to tell you how much I miss him. I can still hear his voice, his laugh, and I still talk to him and listen to his advice on every important decision I make.
Please take a few minutes this weekend to let those that are closest to you know how much they mean to you.
Life ends way to soon, don't end up wishing you had more time.
Even after 6 years I can't begin to tell you how much I miss him. I can still hear his voice, his laugh, and I still talk to him and listen to his advice on every important decision I make.
Please take a few minutes this weekend to let those that are closest to you know how much they mean to you.
Life ends way to soon, don't end up wishing you had more time.