I lost my older brother this summer in a frighteningly quick and short battle with pancreatic cancer, he was 43. The loss of him has been extremely hard. This afternoon I'll be attending our first family Christmas party without him. He was the one who passed out gifts at our Christmas parties. Although I think about him constantly I haven't really cried since the summer when he left us, until today when listening to this song. "The end of Christmas day, when there's nothing left to say, the years go by so fast, let's hope the next beats the last"... that's the truth. Miss you man.