It hurts to lose a brother this young. It hurts to know you'll never see them again. Especially when the last time you saw them was over two years ago. A life should never be taken this young and it hurts that I can't go home and pay my last respects, or say good-bye. Maybe, I'm in denial. Maybe I don't wanna realize it. But, regardless I will never forgive myself for not being able to go home to my second family. It's not fair, you were a brother. Always know that. Thank you for being my friend and I'm so sorry. I at least hope you'll be with me. We do this together and we conquer all, like it was supposed to be.