It’s been two years since my sweet brother passed away. I’ve thought many times about how I’d love to share new music with him that I know he would LOVE – but then I also sometimes feel at the same time of thinking that that he is here with me listening along. DEATH IS WEIRD, PEEPS. Weird is the only way I can describe knowing someone your whole life and then not being able to talk to them or see them anymore. It’s just WEIRD.

I’ll forever be his baby sis. He cared for me, deeply, and I, for him. I miss his lashes, deep brown eyes and pot belly. His laugh. Lorena dates. It’s hard to lose someone you love – it’s hard to move on despite their absence.

Well, I’ve been afraid of changing
‘Cause I’ve built my life around you
But time makes you bolder
Even children get older
I’m getting older too
Oh I’m getting older too


Oh, take my love, take it down
Climb a mountain and turn around
And if you see my reflection in the snow covered hills
Well the landslide will bring you down, down
And if you see my reflection in the snow covered hills


Well maybe the landslide will bring you down