This is not a post I ever wanted to make. My brother Eli recently passed away from an accidental overdose. My siblings have always been my heart, and this has shattered it again. I’m not a stranger to the grief of losing a sibling, yet the pain and sadness are overwhelming. I can’t remember a life before Eli, and having to picture one after is the hardest thing I’ve ever had to do. I’ve lost more than a brother; I’ve lost a best friend. If pacing around the kitchen talking about (nerdy) topics was a sport, we’d have Olympic medals. He forced me to watch ungodly amounts of Anime and I couldn’t help but get hooked every time. He was the funniest, most sarcastic person you could ever know. Throughout this tragedy, there may be one small comfort. Eli was able to donate his organs and will likely save so many lives. I loved Eli to the moon and back. I’m sure he is with Mackenzie in a place better than this one. I will forever miss my Player 2. P.S. Eli, I’m sorry I put you in the dryer that one time.