my late brother Jovan Pierson. literally the greatest person I've ever known in my life. to know you'll never see your brother again is hard. and it seems to get harder and harder as time goes on. they say time heals everything but to me it creates a distance between me and my brother. it still doesnt feel real a lot.of the time and when I realize the gravity of what's happened I feel hopeless and empty and alone. one time he literally took the shirt off his back and gave it.to someone who needed it. a kid who just moved out to Michigan and wasn't prepared enough.and ended up becoming homeless came back with some kf hisclothes from the house and helped find him a job and friends and got his life back on track. he helped people like that all the time he was such an amazing artist, musician, singer and person. he is the greatest person I've ever known. ever since I was kid I thought religion was little silly but now I think I understand. because if you really will never see that person ever again, what's the point in going on? I hope so much there's a heaven or any form of after life and I get to talk to my brother again some day. the thought that I wont is killing me inside and it wont stop getting worse. I would pay to have myself hypnotized and turned into a Christian or catholic and be able to believe there's actually something past the end of your life. I would rather live in blissful ignorance then dreading the day my time comes to its end and im subjected to eternal unending non existence.