Late Night Feels: Every so often I start to look back on pictures of my sister and all the fun times we had. I tend to over think things to the max. The funeral home recorded the funeral I spoke,, I mean after writing a mental funeral talk for 10 plus years, how could I not. On these long nights of laying in my room, now empty with no hospital bed, no wheelchair and now more John Bytheway I listen to the talk I gave at her funeral, in a really strange way it brings me peace and reminds of all the awesome things, my sister did and how smart she was, I mean for only having half a brain, she was pretty dang smart, with the fact of her was not supposed to live past four years old, she learned to count, write letters, look at her sight words, walk in her walker down the long hallways of MV only to Taylor Swift of course even though she was confined to a wheelchair she did SO much, her limitations didn't hold her back. My senior year I was blessed to be her peer tu...