For the first time

For as long as I can remember my younger brother has been strong willed and hard headed. At least he has been until about three months ago. My brother has taken lots of hits to the head, but the night of the accident he wasn't so strong headed. Its been three months and 6 days since I was woken up to the worst phone call of my life. It was my mom on the other end in tears barley able to get out the words "Your brothers been killed in an accident." That's the day my entire world came crashing down. My brother was 17 and was just accepted into a school in Tulsa for welding.  He wanted to be a welding like our dad and our grandpa Dave. It was his biggest passion in life. Its all he wanted to do in life, work with his hands and support his family. I am so proud of all the things in life that he accomplished. Even in the short 17 years of life he had become an amazing, brother, son, grandson, friend and so much more. He always there for me when I needed him. I knew no matter how big or small my problem was he was always there on the other end of the phone to tell me what I needed to hear. When it came to guys, no one was ever good enough for me. No even his friends. He would always give them the "Brother talk". I guess that's the perks of having a little brother that's bigger then you. I would give anything to have him back for a day, to hug him, see his smile and let him know how much I love him. I miss you D, I love you to the moon and back. Always and forever baby brother. See you soon.