I miss my brother. It's been three whole weeks. It feels like forever, yet at the same time it feels like yesterday when we received the news of his death in Afghanistan. Only 23 with so much life ahead of him. Our hearts will forever have a hole in them and our lives will never be quite the same. He was the comedian of the family, the one who had us rolling on the ground every time we saw him. Nothing was serious with him, ever! It's what I loved most. I just blogged about him, I just facebooked him, I just hugged him, all the justs that just happened and yet now all I have are the pictures. These pictures are worth a million words. I'll never delete any of them. It's how we remembered him and how my children will remember him, their Uncle Paul. We love you and we miss you. Not a single day will go by when we don't think of you. I look forward to the day I see you again!
From his favorite song: Chicken Fried.
And its funny how it’s the little things in life that mean the most
Not where you live, what you drive or the price tag on your clothes
There’s no dollar sign on a piece of mind this I’ve come to know
So if you agree have a drink with me
Raise you glasses for a toast
To a little bit of chicken fried



