I thought I was strong, I am good at hiding my emotions, but today I am falling apart at the seams. Your memory is painful but I would not be without it, because at the same time it is comforting. The tears fall at thier own pace and will, each tear has its own meaning, and is in its own way healing. Sometimes your memory makes me smile, sometimes cry, sometimes you feel near and sometimes far, but you will always be my brother.