I have to say this is been the second worst year of my life. I lost my big brother. He died in February day before Valentines Day. He left behind two daughters and a son. Bunch of grandchildren. And he left me, his baby sister.it might be the natural order of things to have your big brother die before you, but I hate it. my brother fred was always the scaredy cat of the family. We have a big mouth that he would shoot off get in trouble and then run and hide. I’m not sure that was a good example to set for your little sister but I always found it very funny. Even in the dangerous situation which he managed to get himself into. Our relationship was kind of odd because he was 6 years older than me. So it was like a whole generational thing. You would look at our parents and he had one view of them and I had a completely different view. Was that the age difference was that the fact that he was a boy and I’m a girl? I don’t know. I think a little bit of both. I dunno I miss him with my heart and soul. Holidays come up and he’s not here. Birthdays specialties events I can’t invite him I can’t be invited. How sad is that? so I’ve decided to do a little bit of a blog. Where this goes on I don’t know. Maybe it’s just a journal for me. Something for me to go and rage and scream and holler and cry, laugh, giggle and just hope.