Best Friend

My brother and best friend. When you were taken from us that Sunday morning I had to become strong and steadfast in so little time while learning to grieve and to know that its ok to still enjoy life and everyday things. It doesnt feel right it feels strange. I want to scream I miss you I want to talk to with you I want you to see all of the progress. I know you're always near but it will never be the same, Until we meet again on the other side. Your little twinish sister