Four years ago on May 17, 2006 my brother was killed in a plane crash.
That summer was a rough one, but also amazing in the same breath.
Our town united and it brought so much of us closer together.
We did many toasts, shots and had moments of shared laughter, tears and heartache.
Life would forever be different.
Today it has been four years since my brother left this world and entered another.
Not a day goes by without at least a hundred thoughts about him.
He was amazing. He was beautiful. He was my hero.
Each and everyday I am grateful for the time we had together.
The fights, the screaming, the pushing, the pulling.
The laughter, the sibling bond.
The jokes, the quirks.
The trouble, the mischief.
The Christmas mornings, the looks only we knew.
The parties, the inclusion.
So in honour of my brother today I'm going to share some old memories!
|my Brother tattoo|
I love you Kyle.
I miss you more than words could ever express.