Well here I sit in my apartment, typing on my laptop - something that's so comfortable to me, it's like a part of me.

Tonight/tomorrow morning will mark the 15th anniversary of my brothers peaceful passing after a brutal fight with leukemia. 15 years ago a great part of my life changed.
15 years ago my family changed.
15 years ago a wonderful person gave his one last breath;
leaving this world behind to find himself in a more peaceful/happy place.
No more painful treatments.
No more frequent trips to the hospital.
No more wondering when it's going to stop;
just dealing with the thoughts on why it had to happen like this.

Being the youngest of 6 kids in my family has it's positives and it's negatives. One large negative is that I never got to be as close to my other siblings, as much as I tried to be friends and hang out with them, they had their own friends and things to do.