I HATE this day with the passion. Can we just remove December 8th from the calendar? 13 years without you baby brother. 13 years of posting the grief and the heartache and longing for just one more day, or 5 more minutes. Another anniversary of not knowing what to say when so much has been said and words have become repetitive. There are no words to explain the immense amount of heartache, regret and lost time with you here. 21 years was just not enough. You were taken from this life too soon. You are missed beyond measure. I thought today I would be okay. We've done this for 13 years but in the blink of an eye and flash of a memory I am overwhelmed with grief and missing you terribly. Is it the significance of the number 13, the holidays that you loved so much? I don't know. But the one thing I am sure of, is that you are incredibly missed, incessantly loved, and that this date will forever, quite simply, just suck! I miss you and love you infinitely. I will treasure the memories we shared on your short time on earth. Until the last beat of my heart and last breath from my lungs, you will forever be loved. I miss you so much.