My brother's birthday.

I haven't posted in a while, and might not for a while, but Monday August the 6th would have been Tim's 41st birthday, and I think he deserved so many posts that I didn't make soon enough.

I miss him more than I expected even. We argued like all brothers and sisters but he was always sweet and supportive to me in everything I did and he was always nicer to me than I was to him. That is something I'll regret forever. He taught me what it is to be happy with what you're given; something I have yet to master. He was the bravest, strongest (in the ways that matter) man I have ever met, and I am who I am because he was my brother.

Happy Birthday, Tim.