As I watched the snowflakes fall, I thought of how impossibly beautiful everything was. A day like that should not be beautiful at all. That was the first time I watched you leave; and I just had to believe that you and those other boys would be just fine. Watching you take the first step of the rest of your life. Knowing you'd come back different, refined; you left on the 5th of January, 2009.
You came home for Christmas, I remember; watching you come down the escalator- your shirt perfectly pressed, and your beret perfectly straight. But as soon as you returned, you had to leave again. I cherished every second with you brother, before you left on the 3rd of January, 2010.
