Wish you were here.
Sad, rainy, and humid everything was like the set of a movie perfectly planned and all that. The only thing missing was the cameras. My brother was the victim the one in the coffin Nathan Daniel Scott. My little brother that I met as a sophomore in high school and went through much with was lying in that coffin. He didn't deserve this; he didn't deserve to die the way he did. I have a block in the back of my head that tells me not to write this but I will anyways. Its hard everyday living with the fact that he is gone, for other people more than me. My nephew Jaimie came over yesterday while his mom went to work and he kept asking me why they took his daddy and if he would ever come back. I had to explain that daddy was not coming back but that would always be with him. I think it is one of the hardest things I have ever done. Just because Jaimie is only five and he doesn't quite grasp the concept of death or injuries. He was puzzled at first but then he got a little bit of a better grasp on the situation and the fact that daddy wasn't coming home. Jaimie is spending more time with me than anyone since Nathans death, He always asks me questions about how his dad had acted and what his favorite things to do were. I always tell him that more than anything his daddy enjoyed spending time with his mommy and him. He asks me what he can do to make sure his daddy knows how much he loves him. I suggested that he write him letters and draw him pictures of them together and he does every night he writes his dad a letter and puts them in a shoebox in the back of his closet. He calls it "Daddy's box". He wants to be just like Nathan. He says that hes going to play basketball for tree hill high too and that hes going to marry his tutor just like daddy.