Family...

I know I have had a "rough" life with my brothers. I know we haven't always had our AWESOME times, yet we have had our share of FUCKIN' BAD-ASS times. But we are family, and even if only half, I consider them my 100% flesh and blood...



No matter how bad the times have gotten...they are my other half. They are my brothers. And no matter how BAD the times have gotten, I have never wished ill-upon them. I love them more than they will ever know, more than most people who know me will ever know. They are my kin, my friends, more than just family, they ARE my family...



How cliche? Have I resorted to cliche comments and comments that are heart tuggers? Perhaps. But all I care about right now. All I care about his that people know how much I love my family and how much they mean to me. They are the deepest part of me...They are my family...and no matter how much I may vent/hate/loathe/grrrrr them...They are mine. I Love Them...