Him and I were 15 years apart and he moved out of the house when I was 3. Most people would think of this as problematic, but I always looked up to him so much. He definitely had his issues, but he never once made me feel as though I was a burden. He loved me so fiercely and would do anything in the world for me. Now that I am pregnant with my own child, it breaks my heart that he will never get to be the amazing uncle that I know he would have been.
Cheers to you big brother! Hope you are listening to Willie Nelson, eating pound cake and blue bell, and enjoying a cold Budweiser! Miss you more than you will ever know!
