Today is my brother, Bruce's birthday. He would have been 43 years old today. It's hard to wrap my head around. I've watched the rest of us grow up, have families, gain weight and lose hair. But Bruce is still that cute 16 year-old boy with the flat top. He's still young and strong and athletic. He still has a couple of teenage pimples mixed in with his cute freckles.
And we're still missing him. And still loving him.