I’m shaking as I write this. Bawling my eyes out. I still can’t quite believe it. Tonight, I began frantically searching for a letter my brother had written me when I was in grade school. Why? I would soon find out. Just when I was starting to doubt my path, whether or not I should continue writing, I found this. It’s like he knew. He knew someday this would be my purpose. To tell his story to the world in order to save others from the same fate. There’s no turning back now. I’m writing a book.