Dear Junior,
As I sit down to write this, and it has taken awhile, memories come flooding back, each one a precious gem sparkling in the tapestry of our shared experiences. From the earliest days of our childhood, you were more than just a cousin to me; you were my first friend, my confidant, and another brother.
Do you remember those endless summer days we spent exploring the ditch beside Granny’s house? With sticks in hand, we'd venture into the unknown, imagining ourselves as brave adventurers, discovering hidden treasures and battling imaginary foes. That ditch became our kingdom, and every tree around held a secret waiting to be uncovered.
Then there were the family gatherings, where we'd sneak away to our own little world, away from the prying eyes of the adults. We'd share secrets, dreams, and ambitions, knowing that we had each other's backs no matter what. Whether it was building forts out of cushions or plotting our next great adventure, we were unstoppable when we were together.
As we grew older, our bond only strengthened. We navigated the tumultuous waters of adolescence side by side, supporting each other through the highs and lows of teenage life. From heartbreaks to triumphs, we were there for each other, offering a shoulder to lean on and a listening ear whenever it was needed.
And through it all, you remained not just a friend, but a constant source of inspiration and laughter. Your smile and sense of humor could light up even the darkest of days, and your unwavering optimism taught me to always look for the silver lining, even in the toughest of times.
Now, as I grapple with the reality of your absence, I find solace in the memories we shared. Though you may be gone, your spirit lives on in the laughter of our childhood, the adventures of our youth, and the bond we forged that can never be broken.
Rest easy, my dear friend, cousin and brother. You will be missed more than words can express, but your memory will live on in the hearts of all who were lucky enough to know you.
With love and cherished memories, Gerald Wayne