It's another year. I hope this year brings the things I have always hoped for. Don't we all? It's somewhat bittersweet for me this week. I'm celebrating a birthday on Wednesday. It should be my 47th. Not a major number. No biggie. But I'm skipping my birthday this year. I hope no one remembers it. Although, I've just ruined that because I'm blogging about it. To some it may seem silly, but to me it's not. My aunt already sent me a card. She put "47" on it. I cringed. A year and a half ago my older brother turned 47. It was a Tuesday. I remember we were in a very busy trial at that time and I texted him that morning. "Happy Birthday, Bro! I love you." "Thank you," he texted. Those were the last words I'd ever see or hear from him. At least I told him I loved him. He died four days later on a Saturday. I had lost my dream job that month. My brother ...