I haven’t written anything to you yet, Mike, because I just can’t seem to put anything together. I think about you every day and I remember all the little things we used to do and say for laughs. Every day I hear your voice in my head saying “hey” in that way you talked BC that was generally the first word we’d say to each other on the phone. I have these moments where I can reminisce about all the time we’ve shared growing up but I also I wish we got to spend more time together in our late 20s and 30s. It may have been far between visits but I’m so happy we talked often on the phone. I want to thank you for watching over us and making good things happen out of a terrible tragedy. You will always be my second brother and will forever be in my thoughts.