I remember Grandma sitting the both of us down at the table and making read and write. She used to pull our ears when we would make mistakes. We did stupid things, we wrestled (I always beat you in the academic stuff and you always beat me in wrestling, I envied you so much for that), we raced, we played soccer; you were the closest thing I had to a brother growing up. I’m glad I had you, especially with the way our awesomely crazy our family is hahaha.
Even though we had gone on our paths, I always envisioned my future as one where my kids and your kids would be playing together like we did.
Me and You.
…now it’s just me.
I love you. I’ll see you up there, don’t worry…I’ll bring the soccer ball.
Rest in Paradise, Luigi.