My little brother and grandma never did get along, only on rare occasions. As we celebrated my brothers birthday turning three years old, we forced my brother and grandma to finally smile in this picture; it wasn’t easy. My grandma passed away two months later from cancer, my little brother at that time doesn’t truly know how it feels to have lost a loved one, but I did. I love her so much and every time I think of her I break down in tears, even as I’m typing this I’m holding down my emotions so I won’t cry, but I can’t control it. I miss her so much. Last night we celebrated my little brothers seventh birthday, every year it just doesn’t feel the same. I love you lola darling, I’ll see you soon.