Here we are again as I look towards coming home. You are not there getting all excited, counting the weeks, then the days. I am not counting either. Keeping it simple, too painful to be there Christmas morning without you. So Bro I miss you. Last year with the border closed it was not as bad. This year with the border open, ticket in hand the tears are flowing. You are in my heart, my thoughts, my life. There is always a seat at the table for you, my baby brother. Enjoy your life with Jesus. I will join you one day. Big Sis