Most of the people that follow me on here don't follow me for the type of post I'm about to post, so I apologize for being serious and promise that I'll get back to silly playful Jeff soon. Two nights ago I lost my big sister in a horrific car accident that took her life immediately. I've spent the last two days crying, punching things, yelling, and even smiling occasionally when I'd reflect on old memories of my sis that I hadn't thought about in years. I have so many thoughts. It's just so hard to believe that she's gone. I've never known a world with out my big sister. I'm not very comfortable with a world without her. When I was younger she always bailed me out of trouble, picked me up when I didn't know where I was or if I was somewhere I wasn't supposed to be. She always gave me money when I couldn't pay for something or wanted something that mom and dad wouldn't buy me. The more I look back the more I realize that growing up I don't have a single bad memory of her. Being the little brother gave me the convenience of never having conflict with her and always being protected and looked out for. She was a hero to me, when I was little and when we got older that perspective never changed. Though my heart is broken into a million pieces, and my family is a disaster, her son so confused, and her fiancé being completely gutted I try to remember that this tragedy isn't about me... It isn't about them... It's about Janice Lee Dye. She was my friend, my big sister, my hero...and she's gone, and the world for me will never be the same. I love you Jani, I miss you so much, and since I can't call you, or hug you, or visit you I will put you in my heart and keep you there for as long as I live. I love you. Goodbye.