15 years ago today we learned my brother died in a car accident in Colorado. He was 25. I was 9 days shy of my 21st birthday, still just a kid.
We all have those events in our lives that shape us and my brother’s death was the most defining to date. I had lost one of the most important people in my life, he was gone - he was never coming back. My family was devastated. He was one of the good ones. He had an amazing sense of humor, he was smart, kind, good looking and so much fun.
I often say losing a family member is like automatic acceptance into a club you NEVER wanted to join. Your heart breaks for all incoming members, you know what they have to go through and how hard it’s going to be. Once a family member is lost, they cannot be replaced.
As I look back on the past 15 years without my brother, I have learned a great deal. His passing has taught me how to be a better person, more like him. If I have to live without him, I’m grateful for the lessons I’ve been given in his absence.
You are still missed and loved big brother.