I kind of wish grandma never died. I mean not because I loved her and all, or because the funeral was sad, or that it's one less present at Christmas. Sure those things too, but I didn't really know her that well. The biggest reason is because I miss my brother. It probably sounds weird for me to say that, but it's the truth. He was always strange and quiet but mom told me once that she was glad she had me because I am the only one he ever spoke to. I'm pretty sure she ment it. He and I kind of understood each other. At least we laughed at the same things ... sometimes. Sometimes I think I was his only friend, because no one his own age ever came to visit and the only time he went out of the house was with my base ball friends when we'd go to Jam's after Saturday's game (you know, the arcade, before they moved it to the mall outside of town). And I still had to beg him to do that even though I know he liked coming with after he got there.