I avoided this post because writing it made me to emotional. Never again will i do this.

Dear, Heaven
   Your my youngest sister, and your the sister who was there for me the whole time, through every thing that we have been through as a family. You influenced me in ways to show that I have to grow up to be the big brother that you will always respect, and admire to be one day. Your smiles always cheered me up and always made me happy that sometimes i forget that pain is not something that hurts, but the way it influences me. Thank you for being there for me, and I'm sorry that i could not be there to see you grow up all the way. Do not cry that I am gone.I am always watching you from inside, because I do not need to go to the Heaven in the sky when there is one in your heart. Your so pure, and stay that way, until we find each other again.

                                                                                                                        I love you.

Dear Bethany,
    Even though we just started dating, you really made me happy, and I'm happy I was able to be yours before I died. Your sweet smile always got me through the day at school, and I swear I would wake up just to tell you good morning and see you at school. That was my highlight of the day. I wish I could be with you longer, and be someone truly important in your life one day, but I guess it will not happen. I remember your smiles even to this day. I wish i could have made more memories with you to remember while I'm gone, but the memories I have are enough to make me smile everyday. Thank You. Keep smiling like you always do, only beautiful angels smile like you can.                                            
                                                                                                                                     Take Care <3

My hero

If i had to say who my hero is in my life, without hesitation my mother comes to my mind. My mother has been there through everything in my life, from the time my sister died, to the day my father left us. I do not talk about these things much because the pain in my heart has not been filled yet, so I keep it silent. My mom knows how to keep a smile on my face, whenever I need it, and knows the struggle of child in these depressing ages. My mother knows that when I am angered, she will find a bridge, and make me get over it, or she will find a lamp and try to make me brighten up. My mom acknowledges my feelings more than anybody else could, and more than anybody else will.