My brother and I were dealt our fair share of challenges over the years, but we always had each other's back, and through this we became stronger and better people. In many ways he was the only person I could relate to, and this strengthened our bond not only as brothers but as friends. He was funny, nice, caring, and fun to be around; a great guy in every sense of the words. He loved sports, the outdoors, music and having a good time. His contagious sense of humor made others lucky to be around him and the smiles and laughs he brought to the world are impossible to measure with a number. He was the type of guy who could make a whole room of people laugh without even trying.
Growing up I saw how much people liked him and how happy he made others. Whether it was on the field or in every day life, he knew how much I looked up to him and he set a standard for which I am still striving to meet every single day.
He made others feel better about themselves without even trying to, and to me this is the defining characteristic of a good person. His kindness knew no limits. Everywhere I look I am reminded of him and I will cherish these memories for the rest of my life.
This past week has been like a bad nightmare I can't wake up from. Words can't describe how it feels to lose my brother, my best friend and my role model. But remembering all the great times we had together brings a smile to my face and I know that's what he would have wanted. Even though he is gone, he will never be forgotten. I know he will always have my back, even if it's from above. I'll miss you big guy. We all will.