November 7th, as i drive and park at the cemetry and go to the grave sight I sit and think. I think of all the good times I had with my brother, all the football games I watched him play in, all the jokes, cries, and fun we had. All the memories and my brothers jersey's is all i have left to remember him.All the things we did and now all I can do is sit down and cry and think to myself what could i have done to fix him, what could i have done to prevent his death. Every now and again I sit around wondering why God had to take him from me,and i did nothing wrong like why me God why.Everyday I pass by his room and I just break down because I know I'll never hear his voice again,never hearing from him again nor see him because..... he's gone.