Yup today is cupcake day. December 5

You may not understand why but let me explain. It's an old family tradition, well for my family. It's about sixteen years old, and we haven't ever stopped the tradition yet. You'd think that we don't need another celibrational day right around with christmas. But we do, just our family. You're more than welcome to join in on it too.

It's actually a celibration of a birth, and no not our side of a story about the true date of Jesus either. But our brother Daniel. He'll be seventeen years old today. Well... I guess you don't know. He would be seventeen. He died January 15, a little over a month old.

For my parents, it changed them. A parent shouldn't ever burry a child. But it happend to them, and it could happen to anyone. David, was too young to fully remember Daniel. But Meghan and I were old enough to remember him. We cherish the memories of those so few days as if it were more than gold. And it left us with a splinter of emotions upon our heart that hurts when brushed the wrong way.

"How did he die?" You may ask. It happened suddenly, without warning. That was it, he just died without reason or cause.

I can still see his face, like it was yesterday. His eyes, and his smile that would bring a smile to anyone. I can remember holding him, and the smell of his cloths. Poop... no not that, the smell like a fabric softener that my mom has never bought again. Memories so vivid, so real I sometimes believe all I have to do is just reach out and hold him again. Oh God help me to finish this...