I remember when we were kids.  Mom and dad took us to Kissimmee to see uncle jack!   Uncle jack lived in a 55+ community and that meant he had a golf cart!  We thought this was the coolest way to get around.  Uncle jack let us take it by ourselves and we decided to go to the orange groves.  The sun was beginning to set and we needed to get back so we begun to race the sun by the time we reached the edge of the grove it was completely pitch black outside. What I thought was the road turned to be nothing more than the biggest mistake of the night. Turns out.  I hit a house.   Boo. You panicked and jumped out of the golf cart to run back to uncle jacks.  I put the golf cart in reverse and drove away(uh does this count as a hit and run?).  I am speeding up along side of you and I encourage you to jump in the moving golf cart(at this point have I mentioned how bad of an idea this was?...no?....ok yeah it was a BAD idea). Boo, you attempted to jump in the cart lol. Oh goodness you missed, falling to the ground and then there is me. As if I didn’t just encourage my little brother to epic doom.  I add insult to injury(or actually created it) and run your leg over with the golf cart.  I instantly stop. Get out.  And see that you’re already bruising. I yell at you to come on!   Geez what are big sisters for! Ha. We hurry up back to uncle jack.  Wash up to eat  within the hour your leg is purple and swollen.  Mom asks what happened?   This was the first of many times you’ve covered for me and told her that it was from when we were wrestling.  I can think of countless adventures turned intofiascos but it will never make up for the gaping hole in my chest.    Wherever you are. I hope your spirit is whole and you are at peace.   I miss you terribly.    I love you little brother. Xoxoxo ❤️ Krystsll