I can’t get his face out of my head.
His bowl cut-bright blonde hair, deep green eyes and laugh that would light up a room. His excitable, 6 year-old body running around every coffee table and corner imaginable in our household. His love for soccer, friends, food, and life in general. He made everything fun and worth living, he was my little brother and he looked up to me.
At the time I was 8 years old, twelve years ago in August. He scored his first goal in his third game after practicing and screamed “YES!” while running up to me telling me he did it and […]