I lost my little brother ten years ago.  He was four and I was seven...  It's been hard to cope and I learned young to bottle everything up; the only safe choice.  It was either that or have my parents be angry and upset for opening up fresh, painful wounds.  I'm now a senior and finally realizing the gravity and enormity of the, still unbareable, loss.  I lost my little buddy and my little trouble-maker, partner in crime.  All, now, I want to do is heal and talk and cope.