Life Changer

My big "brother"

When I was born I had an older cousin he was 20 when I was born. His name was Caleb and when I come home from the hospital Caleb moved in so I grew up with Caleb he took care of me when my mom and dad weren't there and dressed me fixed my hair. After my papa died Caleb became my bestfriend even better he was my "big brother" and still to this day I call him my big brother. But when I was nine years old we got a phone call saying
"Ummm.... Caleb is dead"
I cried and cried and cried. He was hit by a car and he was flung from his dirt bike and snapped his neck on a tree. At his funeral the only time I smile is when my daddy told me that Caleb was watching me from above now and he would just protect me from heaven with God and papa.