October 18, 2005 was the day my little brother died. That morning I woke up early and decided to head to the mall, it was my day off from work. I went to buy new jeans, some shirts and new shoes. After I was done shopping, I saw a movie. At this point in my life I had no car or any type of transportation, so I took the bus home. The funny thing is, before I got on the bus I saw a hearse (funeral car) and cars with funeral tags and flags drive by, I was thinking to myself: I wonder how would I react if someone in my family died and I was also thinking, I shoulded worry about it, its not gonna happen so soon. So then I got on the bus and went straight home. Has soon has I walk in the house, I see my dad in tears, I never saw my dad in tears before, so I was shocked and worried at the same time. He looks at me, grabs me close to him and tells me what happened. My brother was in a car crash on his way to work. He worked for Empire Carpet instealling hard wood floors. Has soon has I heard with happened I fail to my knees and hugged my dad. My brother was 20 when he died, at that time I was 21. I sometimes have dreams about are childhood and how we used to play around the neighborhood. Sometimes I have dreams about him still being alive, I would wake up and try to look for him, but then I would quickly snap out of it. I hate when I have that dream, I get depressed. This coming October is going to be the 4th anniversary of his death. I miss him so much.