Happy birthday to my late big brother. It would’ve been a milestone year for him, but I think he’s the type who would rather not focus on numbers. Grief is a weird, beautiful, and complicated thing. I think about my brother, Ryan, every day. I’m so grateful for every day I have, appreciate life in a more profound way than ever before, and above all, cherish my time with people. I’ll be honest: This day doesn’t feel great, yet I’m so happy it’s his day and that November 18 gave us Ryan for as long as we had him. I wanted to add joy to this occasion, so over the weekend, I had a group of friends over, and we played video games, listened to Japanese pop music, and had some cake in my brother’s honor. And I wore blue, his favorite color. I think he would’ve loved knowing so many people were thinking of him. I’m so appreciative of everyone who has shown me and my family extra love in the last two years, especially on these days. Thank you all for loving us through these more tender moments. And rest easy, big bro. I’m always thinking of you. 💙🩵