My Dearest Brother Bobby, It has been 17 years since I last saw your face. It's hard to believe that I've lived more years since you've passed than I had with you in my life. I don't know if you ever knew what you meant to me. Your sudden death took my life by storm. We were young, carefree and in every way, unexpecting. If I had known that your time on earth was ending, I would have done things differently. I would have hugged you and told you I loved you every chance I got. I would have spent more time with you, getting to know you, listening to your voice. I would have asked you about your thoughts, your dreams, your wishes in life. I would have protected you. I was only 15. I didn't realize these things were important. I thought you would be around forever. You were such an innocent child and you didn't deserve to die the way you did. As I grew into an adult I began to understand the concept of being young and being a sister. I realized that it was normal to argue and pick on each other. What I didn't realize is that we may not have each other later in life to pass by that stage. To talk as friends, to enjoy each others families. Until that realization, I felt an unexplainable amount of guilt inside of me. So for that, I am sorry. I know you're looking down smiling at me right now as I write this letter. I know although you are not here with me physically, you are always here spiritually, watching over me. This gives me comfort. Your memory will last forever inside me. Not a day in my life goes by without a thought of you. I was lucky, even if only for 11 years to have you by my side, looking up to me as your big sister. You mean everything to me. I miss you and I love you.

Angela

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