We never got to drink together. Never got to talk about life. About your and our potentially (future) kids. We never hung out together. Didn’t share the same activities. One of you is 7rs older than I the other 15. We never got the chance to share life tips.

We never. I’m the youngest of 4 by 7 years.

You passed away last year from complications to your cancer. I couldn’t bare to see you like that. Chemo took your toll. Your cancer made it hard to eat. I didn’t want my last image of you to be in that shape in that cancer center. You’ll forever be the same person I saw when we visited. From horseback riding to being the most selfless person I knew.

You were the “closest “ sibling to me. We didn’t share much other than features. You still lived at home when you were diagnosed. You tried join the navy. The navy. They discovered your cancer. I didn’t know then that your cancer would take its toll. You never got an infection you fought incredibly. You allowed our parents our even though you knew that infection would beat you. They saw you one last time conscious. You knew what that toll did when our sister passed. You knew that toll it took on your sibling when our sister passed. Thank you. Thank you for not requesting both your brothers out. Thank you for allowing our parents peace. Thank you for battling for 10 years. I hope your daughter carries your traits.

We never got to live life together as a family.

We never got to watch our parents grow old.

We never got to watch our children grow up together.

We never.

We will never forget you both.