12/16/2025
He lived his life the way he loved.
Steadily and never needing applause.
He was fundamentally impossible to impress by anything material. (Trust me, we tried)
He never needed much but loved a good party
and some time together.
His sentimentality was perfectly curated.
He didn’t throw out “I love yous”
but he built it into us.
He wasn’t afraid to cry,
and he wasn’t ashamed of the depth of his mind.
He could meet you at your darkest thought
or your most carefree moment with equal presence.
He survived things most people would never come back from.
He stood back up quietly.
He and mom raised the three of us to hold each other close.
Not just as siblings, but as friends. As a unit.
As people who show up.
And it’s because of the foundation they built that as adults we chose to come back home to each other.
We were never too fearful to leap, because we had him.
We could never be too emboldened, because we had him.
We are irrevocably shaped by being his kids.
Losing him feels impossible
but his legacy is built into our characters, our children,
our family dinners, our tears and laughter
and the way we will always take care of each other.
How lucky we are.
I will miss you every single day until I see you again.
2 Timothy 4:7
“I have fought the good fight. I have finished the race. I have kept my faith.”
