loss like that.

I'd seen loss and heard stories of moments than sent the strongest straight to their knees, beggin God to change eternity.  Then you went, my beloved brother, everything broke.  

I hope you found your eternal rest.  Were you crossing the Jordan, did you find your peace? I will stand rooted and relentless, holding up who you loved, but brother, there are moments I tremble with the weight. 

I miss you. The girls miss you. Emma prays for you each night at dinner. 

I tell them that you are in heaven, but we can still feel your love. 

Fuck, I miss you.  You were part of my life since the day I was born. You always tried to protect me and I always tried to take care of you, even when you didn't want me to! I miss how stoked you would be about anything I cooked for you. I miss our climbing adventures and seeing you sitting in my car changing the radio station and making fun of country music. 

I pray for you and I thank God for every moment we had with you. 

"The legacy of heroes is the memory of a great name and the inheritance of a great example."