Fourteen years have come and gone; I hate that he's gone, I'm angry that I will never hear his laughtrer, or feel his lips brush against my cheek. I'm angry that his death has trashed our family.....I still mourn, after fourteen years, yes, I still mourn. I cry because his life was brief, because I wonder what he would have become, I know, he would be here for his brother and help me to feel good about when my time comes. I miss him so much it hurts...and the pain NEVER goes away! It's just fine to still hurt and remember, they are dead, it's true, but they live on in our hearts! miss you Bobby