Well, big-little brother, it’s been 1,095 days since our last conversation. It was nice chatting with you on the phone that day; I just wish we’d done it more often. The boys and I were talking the other day about all the cool people you’ve probably met in heaven by now, and they were wondering if Jesus let you ride his white horse. I told them I didn’t know, but I imagine if you wanted a horse, he’d probably give you one of your own.

We miss you.