The feeling that washes over me,
the hurt I feel,
when I think of my little brother,
and how in a flash he disappears
One moment he's there,
the next i'm being told,
he will never come back,
he's dead, he's gone
For every morning,
all I think about is him,
I love you Jimmy.
I'm your big sis,
no matter how it ends.
R.I.P. Jimmy 11/16/94 - 11/24/08
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