In Loving Memory of My Brother, My Ride or Die
From the first wild ride to the last late-night talk, from bar fights to beach days—we lived loud, raw, and real. You weren’t just my best friend—you were my bro bro, my brother in every way that matters. We didn’t just hang out, we ran the streets together. We were inseparable, two forces moving through life with a bond few could understand but everyone could feel.
You taught me more than you’ll ever know. Some of it was good, some of it… well, let’s just say it made for one hell of a story. You showed me what loyalty looks like, what it means to be there through the darkest nights and the dumbest decisions. You gave me a friendship that felt like family, a brotherhood that can’t be broken—not by time, not by distance, not even by death.
I still remember the night at the beach, when I ran the post over with my truck. We laughed so hard we couldn’t breathe. That moment? That was us. Chaos and joy all in one. And the Molly woppin’ and shit talkin’? Yeah, that was us too. Wild, reckless, but always real.
Now you’re gone, and the silence hits hard. I can’t believe I’m writing this instead of calling you to tell you about some crazy thing that just happened. The world feels different without you in it. You were my ride or die, my person, the one I knew would always have my back—no matter what, no questions asked.
But I know you’re still running those streets, just on the other side now. I can feel it. And I hope you’re doing it with the same fire, same energy, same love for life that you always had down here. Save a spot for me, bro—just like always.
Thank you for the bond, the laughter, the brotherhood, the memories that will never fade. I’ll carry them with me, and I’ll carry you with me too. Forever.
You are loved. You are missed. You are never forgotten.
Forever your lil bro bro. 💔
“Some souls are too wild to be tamed. They burn bright and fast, but their light lasts forever.” 🕊️