My Brother

If someone were to ask me, what was your brother like. I would smile and say: "He was a pain in the" well you know where. However, his character to me, he could draw. He was very intelligent, he could learn things quickly. As much of a pain as I was to him, I could say he loved me. If I could

write him a letter, I would thank him for being a part of my life. Thank him for allowing me to be his brother, and treated me as such. He respected my space, and gave me room to grow, even when I made my mistakes he was there to tell me how big of a mistake it was, Laughingly of course. In the twenty-five years of my life I have learn to cope with pain, loss, disappointment, and loneliness. However, I have also learn to deal with my concerns in the mist of chaos, because if I don't I will get caught up in it unforgiven web of endless nothing. Many of time I wanted to just end this unforgiven pain of feeling lost and incomplete. But I know I will see the disappointing eyes of you, my mother and daughters. Whom I breathe for everyday, I will never forget you, and I will be looking for you at the end of this life. I love you Brother today, yesterday, and always.