I open up my Facebook and there they are. All of the memories of my brother’s posts stare back at me. He posted everything from birthdays to cultural celebrations, to singing songs about Puerto Rico and, of course, Christmas, among many others. Honestly, I love them and I hate them. I hate them because he’s no longer with us. We no longer see his videos or posts wishing us a Merry Christmas. But I love them because that is all I have left. All I have is the memories, his love, and for now I have to settle for that until we meet again. Merry Christmas in heaven big brother. You will live in my heart forever.