Its been 4 years since the passing of my little brother Jay. Wish I could say that its all good and we're plugging along just fine without him. Some days are good and some would be better if I could just text him and get my usual one word answers back-cool, sup, k, yo, etc. . . the master of wisdom with just one word. Still have to have the weather channel on everyday. Need my sports fix once in a while and wish I could have him giving me odd stats that come out of nowhere during a game. Have to have a five guys once in a while and maybe some orange chicken with a good rootbeer.
Miss you my little bro that used to hide in the Takoma Park house with his bag of cheetos only to get caught with the suspicious orange dye all over his fingers while looking innocently up at mom (hands on her hips) as she asks if he ate the cheetos-'uh, no mom'. Too cute to punish. Love you.
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