From they day that I first met you, until the very end. You were my brother, My friend!

"I remember when I met you. You were very small indeed. Before we even knew it you were learning how to read. I watched as you became ill, with all the aches, pains and, pokes and pricks, I watched your brown eyes stay hopeful, big and rich.
I remember when you couldn't run and play, I now know that your able to do that today. I still think you'll walk through our front door even though I cannot see your face anymore.
I remember when god said you were ready, and there was nothing we could do. Oh how we cried when we all kissed and, said goodbye to you. You were only 7 years old and I felt it wasn't fair! We needed you here as much as god needed you there.
I had to know I trusted him, I had to know he cared, I had to know heaven was worth what my little brother had barred.
When your small life ended I cried for many days, and through the years I lived my life in many different ways.
It has been years, but I can still see your eyes, the ones that stayed hopeful and never worried or cried, until you left our side; until you understood you would say goodbye for now. One tear fell down your cheek when god called you back to where you are still now.
"If I could take his place I would." is what I used to think.
 I was angry you were sick, and I was angry with the pokes and pricks. I didn't understand what god had planned, but he knew what he was doing when he introduced us both and for a while he let me be your big sister and take you by the hand.
 I felt like I was your teacher at times we two did fight, but now I've grown older and I can see a light.
Now I know you are where you should be, and you are still shinning down your light on me. I'm not angry anymore because I know you're happy and in that way dear little brother you've brought heaven closer to me."

-Nicole Larkin