It’s been 11 months seen you left us, and to this very day I don’t believe it, I honestly don’t think I ever will. I still feel as if you are here in the flesh but deep down I know you aren’t and it kills me because I wish I could have done things differently with you but I guess that’s what happens when you take someone for granted. I never expected for you to go, I always thought it’d be me before anyone else in the family but I was wrong. I miss you so much and I will forever feel guilt for treating you like shit from time to time but you were always there for me when I needed you. You drove me from here to there, you saw me cry over a stupid guy that doesn’t even mean crap anymore. You were there for me even though I was the worst sister you possible ever had. I’m sorry and I wish I could take back everything I said and did to make you feel upset but I can’t. What I can do is do what you always told me to do, which was to do good in school, make a better life for myself and only myself because it would only benefit me and to be happy even when you think you’re going insane. I love you and you will forever remain in my heart. Happy birthday brother, I miss you, can’t wait to see you again.