My baby brother and only sibling, Brian Michael Cochran, would have been 35 years old today. I can't believe it's been 13 years since he died. When I let myself stop and think about it, my heart aches like it happened just yesterday. For me, this grief never gets any easier. It just gets placed neatly in a box and put away while I tend to the business of life. I like to think of him more on his birthday, as opposed to the anniversary of his death. I still miss him very much. I wish my kids could have known him. I know they would have adored him. I often see him in their faces, especially when they are silly or tired. Happy birthday little brother!