My lovely brother,

 I miss my beloved brothers, Pema Dorji and Rinchey Drakpa, with all my heart. They are far from me, and not a single day passes without me thinking of them. It’s hard to put into words how much their absence affects me. When they were close, everything felt warm, full of life, and complete. Their voices, their smiles, and even their teasing brought so much joy to my days. Now, everything feels quieter, emptier. The house feels different, and even the little things remind me of them—an old photo, a favorite place we used to sit, or a memory that suddenly flashes in my mind.

Sometimes, I close my eyes and try to imagine they are still here, laughing or talking beside me. But when I open my eyes, reality sets in—they are far away, and I can’t see them, talk to them, or be with them like I used to. That hurts. There are moments I feel lonely, wishing I could just run to them, hug them, and tell them how much I miss them. I wonder if they feel the same way too. I wonder if they think of me when they look up at the sky or when they’re alone.

Still, no matter the distance between us, my love for them remains strong and unshakable. It’s a kind of love that doesn't fade with time or space. I carry their presence in my heart every day, and I pray they are safe, happy, and doing well. I believe that one day, we will be together again, and when that day comes, I will cherish every moment with them even more. Until then, I will keep missing them, loving them from afar, and holding onto every memory we shared.

                                                THANK YUH N MISSED U.