I can, and will not forget the day my brother died. Never was able to hold my first sibling or to meet him.  My parents kept this burried down deep inside and for over 13 years I never knew about little Luke. At what cost did this little boy have to die. Knowing what it must have felt like to hold him, fight, like normal siblings, to teach from right from wrong, and worst of all never getting to love.  13 years gone without this little boy in life.  I wished for him as a young little kid and never got him.  Luke would have been in 7th grade and 12 in this year. KNowing can be a curse of a blessing but in this case it was a curse.  I just want to say if I known about Luke the pain would be a lot easier.