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.
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."
