3 Mondays ago, my whole life changed.
3 Mondays ago was the day I found out my brother died. 3 Fridays ago, I saw him in a casket and he looked so peaceful, so calm. Last week, I watched him get cremated. The last time I'll have seen him on this earth.

When I was young, I used to look up to him. He used to work out. A lot. I always used to poke his muscles in awe and say "I want to be as strong as you when I grow up!" Before he'd leave to the gym or anywhere else, he'd kiss me on my cheek and we'd tell each other 'I love you'. He loved his family. A lot. He was always making people laugh. Most likely where I got my sense of humor from. The way he'd always smile and make me laugh. That was just in his nature. He was so gentle, so peaceful. He'd never hurt a fly.. Except that time he broke a bottle on a guy's head because he hit my dad in the back with a pool stick. He was my big brother. I love him. So much. And I miss him so, so much. I am so proud of him. I hope I learn to be half the man he was.