So it's been a year and a half since my little brother took his life.  What has changed?  Well everything has changed but yet nothing has changed.  Everyday I wake up thinking about him. Every day I cry and wonder what might have been. I still pick up the phone when I see something off the wall funny and I still crack up thinking about all of the crazy stuff we used to do.  The one thing that has changed is where I go to visit you.  :(