As Valentines Day approaches it will make 24 years since I have seen my little brothers smile and have heard his laugh. Does time heal all wounds, No.  Time helps, but the wounds still remain. The open wounds are now covered in scare tissue. The scare is still seen as bright as the sun in my uncontrollable fear.  Fear for my own children. At the age of 12 I lost my little brother, my little mister. He was 8 when he lost his life in a fatal car accident with my grandfather. My grandfather was…