He was always my number one fan 💙
My little (Big) brother and I were only two years apart. A gift my parents gave us that would help sculpt me into who I am today. A protector. I was suppose to be my brothers keeper. We were best friends growing up. Inseparable. My parents got asked if we were twins from time to time. We won Back to back to back little league championships as a short stop second base duo. We spent countless hours at the baseball fields just pitching to each other or driving golf balls as far as we can . Pushing each other to do crazy things on our bmx bikes and 4wheelers. I could go on for days all the way down to the “bad” ones. Like when our parents made us sit on the steps, holding each other’s hand as a punishment for fighting with one another. Or when I’d have to lock myself in our room because he’d be after me with a golf club, bat, or BB gun haha. Moments like those, I’ll cherish and hold onto for the rest of my life.
I wish upon no one what my family and I went through this past week. It will change our lives from here on out. My parents, any parents, should never have to watch a child go through what Matt did. I wished I could carry their pain for them, day after day just to lighten how they’re feeling. It hurts me knowing they’re in so much pain and there’s nothing that I can do. I’ve never felt so helpless and small.
May you rest in peace where your demons can no longer affect you. 🙏🏼