Mi Hermano

Oh brother! You grew up to be the older brother we never had; constant teasing and joking around. But I would give anything for you to be here just one more time. I don't care if you laugh at my made up words, or take random pictures were you always look high for some reason. I would even buy us a Super Nacho from Addie's to share and let you have ALL of the quacamole. Just give me one more chance to feel like I am cool with my little brother. Because in the end, I always looked up to you. And not just in the literal sense that you eventually surpassed me in height. I mean that you were always that shining example. We all went through the same history, and yet you came out a better person for it (let's just say someone probably shouldn't have stopped going to anger management. Heck, we all know we went so we could get Mcflurries after!)

I have been so blessed to have a brother. Even though it may not have started out that way. You see...when Garrett was little. We would put barrettes in his mullett-length hair. And take pictures. Oh what joyous childhood memories! But I do believe we got payback for that. All in all, you weren't a bad bro. We even liked each other enough to work together! I don't think I ever got to appreciate the concept of working with a sibling. Again, I think you were much more popular there than I ever was. I felt like if I was your sister, I must be cool.

I really don't think you ever realized just how much myself and your other sisters care about you. We may not have shown it, but it is coming to the surface with your absence. It makes me think back to a time when you were out with friends one night and hadn't checked in. It got to be late, and dark. And you know when it gets dark; you're either dead, kidnapped or passed out in a ditch. As my duty of mother hen over the siblings, I ALWAYS assume the worst. I went as far to scour the streets looking for you. In the end, nothing bad happened. You came home safe and sound, confused at my rage of emotional tears and sobbing. That's how much I care about you. But I never really got to tell you that. Most likely it was because I was too afraid of what you would say (most likely you would just smile and say "thanks" and go back to your video games or guitar playing).

I really am proud of you and this accomplishment in your life. And I look forward to the day where I get to be waiting at the airport to see what two years has done to my little brother.

Love ya bro,

Shy Rambler