Hey logan, so today is the 11th, i hate that number with a passion yu were brought into our lives on the 11th yet cruelly taken, just eight months later on the 11th. My heart aches and its kills me every single day knowing i will never get to see your face again, i wanted you to be there when i got married, i wanted to be there when you got married, i wanted to help you through the high school year where you struggle with girls and teachers. I wanted to be there for you every single day. I wanted to hold you every single day. I miss you so much! Some days i dont feel strong enough to keep going with the pain. Some days i wonder whats the piont. Some days i just want to cry, Everyone tells me ill learn how to cope but yet it hurts so much everyday the same pain, but i have relieased that no amount of teachers shed will bring you back. No amount of anything will. I reliease that. I love you logan, my little brother, my only brother, i love you so much.
