Its September 28th. You should be twenty nine today. But you didn't even reach two years old. I'm sorry that you never even reached two years old. I'm sorry I never got to know you. I'm sorry you died in a fire crying by yourself. I'm sorry your mother wasn't there when sure should've been. I'm sorry your father wasn't there when he should've been. I'm sorry I wasn't there, but then I couldn't have been. I'm sorry that your parents thought so little of you that almost exactly to the day nine months later I was born. I'm sorry they thought they could replace you. I'm sorry you never got to meet our little brother. I'm sorry you never got a pair of decent parents like we did when we were adopted. I'm sorry I never got to tell you I liked boys. I'm sorry you never got a chance to find out who you liked. I'm sorry we never got to give each other birthday presents, or wedgies, or wet willies. I'm sorry that you never had a chance to live. I'm sorry I never visit your grave.
What I'm not sorry for is remembering you. I'm not sorry that I honor you when I use my middle name. I'm not sorry that I remember your birthday. I'm not sorry for never forgiving your parents. I'm not sorry that I hate them for not being there for them. I'm not sorry for loving you even though we never got a chance to meet.
Happy Birthday to you, my Big brother, Wesley Irvin Evans from me your little bro Jack Wesley Wimberly