Sixteen year old Joe Jonas walked slowly through the cemetery to the headstone that he know and loved. He fell onto his knees again and dug at the snow that surrounded Nick's headstone until he could read the years of his brother's life, his whole stone read:
In Loving Memory
Of our son
Nicholas Jerry Jonas
A beloved son and brother
September 16th 1992—December 19th 1998
He rejected that day so much now. His brother only lived 6 years, 3 mouths, and 3 days. He wished he hadn't made such a big deal about going down the hill. He wished he could take it all back. He lost his little brother and missed his big brother. After Nick died Kevin shut himself out of the family, he never started to play the guitar and he never sang after Nick died. He knew that wishing wouldn't change things.
He got down on his knees and prayed- god please keep nick save and happy. It's the one thank that he would he wanted if it had be me. Don't worry about me I'll be fine.
With that Joe got up and walked out of the cemetery.