As most of you know my brother recently passed away on July 29th 2012 early morning. Everyday without him is a struggle and thinking about how happy he was before the incident happened it makes me hurt and sad. If I had one wish it would to go back in time and made sure he didn't come to Sacramento with me that Monday morning. I still can play the phone call in my head, and rushing to the car with my parents and being so angry that this happen to my family. The anger is still there not really directed at the person who caused all of this turmoil and grief upon my family, but the society and the "system" that failed. Everyday I hear by clients at my work or close friends who has been affected the same way as my family by loosing a loved one at the hands of another... or vehicle in this matter. Why is it so hard to not to think he is going to come down the stairs in our house in the morning with his messed up hair getting a bowl of cereal, and him telling me his crazy dreams and how you should not listen to TOOL while sleeping.

Thanks for taking the time to read my rambling...

Emma - Cattledogcrazy