11 years now. I think the older I get the more I understand the tribulations of just being you. I am missing the idea of family that we once had. The older I get, the more progressive the world changes, leaves a huge hole in what we once knew as family. Through thick and thin, ether we agreed or disagreed, we came together in love as our blood was the binding, compassionate, and respect to allow each to be who they are and know we were all still loved. I miss you today.