Pic of the Day: “Are you okay little girl?” “Don’t ‘little girl’ me. I’ve been carrying this family on my back for over a year, ever since Frankie died. He was my brother too. It’s not my fault that he’s dead. It’s not my fault that I’m still alive.” “Ah, Christy.” “Mom was always crying because he was her son. But he was my brother too. I cried too… when no one was looking. I talked to him every night.” “She did, Dad.” “I talked to him every night, until…” “…until when?” “Until I realized I was talking to myself.”