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 ♥