Hey big brother, it’s me again. It’s been two months and I miss you like crazy. I still have a hard time believing this is real. I’m still angry at you. You get peace, and I get this nightmare reality? Hardly seems fair, but life rarely is. Not one single day, hell not one single hour goes by that I don’t think about you. The one person who truly knew me is dead. The one family member who could stand me is dead. The Alexis Rose to my David Rose, the Dean Winchester to my Sam Winchester is gone. No note. No explanation just gone. Two weeks before, I had called you crying upset about something our family had done. You told me “Don’t talk to them about how you feel. You’re inviting them to step on you. I’m sorry they’re like that, I don’t know why, but they are.” That still haunts me. What was hurting you two weeks later so much that you’d rather die than talk to even me? I’m so hurt. I hope you knew you could have talked to me. Love you, hate you, miss you.-Sav