We were born a pregnancy apart.
We did not know life without each other.
He was my movie companion, late night muse, errand tagalong and the nearest to my heart.
I was his big sister, fiercely protective, overly critical, a compulsive worrier that loved him with a force that could melt the sun.
He was competitive, headstrong, with a thirst for life.
I was convinced there was nothing he couldn’t do. Until he couldn’t.
I’ll never understand it, and the truth is, I don’t want to.
All I want is to actively practice gratitude for the years we shared, and to continue to spread a message of love and hope.