Don't Forget...

It's the days like these that I truly miss....
We were best friends.
But all of that has changed.
We used to be able to talk on the phone for hours.
I haven't talked to you in 3 months.
I still remember our doughnut runs and our late night cokes.
I remember being out in the cold watching our team lose, but still having a blast at football games.
Dinners, movies, families together.
Clemson, Mauldin, all sports were great.
I remember the time we went to watch the soccer game down at CU.
Gym class, 9th grade. Faking injuries, getting almost written up, and learning to play tonk.
School dances. Middle school and high school.
Boy issues, every single one of them, you were always there.
I miss you. I miss us.
You went to school, you changed. I went to school, I didn't.
It hurts to think about you, to think about what we've lost...
And I'm sorry we've lost it.
I'm sorry you've thrown me away.
Sorry that 8 years means nothing to you now.
Sorry that I'm the only one hurting over this.
Because you've moved on.
You've forgotten, about us...

baby sister loves you guys

When I find myself in times of trouble, Mother Mary comes to me, speaking words of wisdom, let it be...

When things happen to your family, you tend to cling a little closer than you did before.
I really have a great relationship with my brothers, and I'm so grateful for that, I don't really know what I'd do without them.
The night before my grandpa's funeral, we were at the wake and I was standing in the receiving line between my tow brothers, holding each of their hands, and in that moment I felt like nothing could touch me.
Big brothers are possibly the greatest things ever. I never feel better than when I get a pick me up call from my brothers, and I love how I can dial them whenever and they're always there no matter what. The support I get is amazing. They give rockin advice and they're always willing to beat up people for me.

So basically, my big brothers are amazing, and I love them a lot.