11.27. It’s always such a hard day today. Losing someone suddenly and not even getting the chance to say a goodbye is HARD. If God snaps his fingers and calls people home..I will assume something like that happened on that Tuesday of Nov 27th. God snapped his fingers and he was gone. My brother at the young age of 21 gone. So many memories I shared and still needed to share. Laughs we weren’t going to have anymore, brother-sister fights, our inside jokes and hugs, gone. On days like today where I reminisce and miss him a ton..SO MUCH, I ask for a sign. Sometimes I don’t even have to ask for one. I get one anyway. I like to think that despite that unknown universe of life and death...We still have that connection. His way of saying “hey Rose, I’m with you!”. I asked for a sign this morning as I walked out the door to head off to zumba. I said “hey, you know I miss you and if it’s not too much to ask today can you send me one little sign at some point today?!” I promise you, as I drove down the road before getting to a corner. A white hearse, was the first thing I saw and I bawled like a baby that whole drive to zumba today. It was a sign, that has a connection to the day he died and I know in my heart I needed that early today and no doubt God made that happen. He knows today is so hard. If you made it this far, thank you for reading a bit and piece of my heart. #rosywritesabook (at Terrell, Texas) https://www.instagram.com/p/Bqsiei0ngFe/?utm_source=ig_tumblr_share&igshid=1p8fsmghe339b