Happy birthday, Trevor. Is this really your second birthday in heaven?  I've lost track of time. I do remember consciously thinking on New Years Eve, "This is the last time I can say my brother was alive 'last year' ". It's funny how time works after you left. It's like the timeline of my life was reset at the moment of your death. We sold our motorcycle and haven't been camping in over a year. I miss that. I am making a  career change in December and will start counseling victims of trauma and crisis, in memory of you. I hope you were with us during the dysfunctional family holidays. It was one of the best or worst however you look at it!  On a positive note... Mom bought me a sweater today for your birthday and my macaroni and cheese was better than yours during Christmas!  I love you and miss you every second of every day.