I have a lot of brothers. Six to be exact. Some I know, some I don't. We have a big family. Eleven total. We fight, we get mad, but we have always loved each other. I have one brother (Rich) that died of cancer. He was older but I knew him. I went and said goodbye when he was still alive. I cried when he died. But he is not the one I feel the loss for. I'm talking about Greg. I always loved Greg. We were close. Just two years apart. Two years from Greg, two years from Denise. I was the "middle child." We were the Three Musketeers, together forever. Then the changes came. Too many changes. Greg was in a terrible car accident and broke his back. Then I got married and moved away. Not long after that Dad died. Then Denise got addicted to drugs. Then things got better. I moved back home. I wanted it to be like it was before the changes. I wa...