Rest In Peace Ryan.
Eight years ago, my
brother, Ryan, died in a car accident. The driver of the car
that hit him was drunk. Ryan died instantly, while the drunk
driver lived. Ryan was 17 & had just gotten his
liscense. My brother was driving home from his friends house
to come see me on my birthday. Yes, he died on my
birthday. Today should have been his 25th birthday.
Ryan, even though you weren't here, mom &
Kayla made you a cake & we had it with dinner to
celebrate. It was chocolate (your favorite) & the icing
was blue (your favorite color). It was hard to celebrate your
birthday when you weren't even there, but I always kept
imagining you there & how happy you would have been to
see the cake. Ryan, nothing's the same anymore. Our family
isn't the same. We all miss you so much. I just hope
everything's okay up there, Ry. I hope your watching over me
everyday & making sure I make the right choices about
everything in life. I know you will always be with me, even if I
can't see you. I love you so much, Ry, & you will always
be my big brother. Witty, just for his birthday, can we get
100 faves? IF YOUR STILL READING THIS, I
LOVE YOU.
He had a smile that could light up a
room ♥