It's been six months tonight since you passed away, and I miss you every day. You're the closest thing I've ever had to a brother, and it makes me ache to see your parents and sisters still struggling to put the pieces back together, but you've given us so much to be happy about, and so much to fight for. (The amount of attention you helped bring to brain cancer still amazes me.) Every time I cook or play Monopoly or play with your dogs, it hurts, but I'm so glad you're out of pain, and I know that wherever you are (wherever that might be) you're being so much more than you could have been if you were still alive, still miserable and only half-here. I'm so, so proud to have known you and called you family.