Oh Chris! This is not how it should have gone down. You said you would do my funeral in white and yellow flowers remember? You’re the younger brother I always wanted. Who is gonna make me spaghetti as good as yours? Or go with me to Golden Bowl in Oak Park cause no one else would? Those trips to Paris and Versailles. When we would go “grocery” shopping, but only come back with Champagne. Do you think Rosé is ever gonna taste the same again? No one inspired me to think, drink, eat, party, dress, shop and live like you did. What about your impromptu New York trips, where I would gladly drop all my plans to hang with you? Spending 3 hours on the phone at night to talk about nothing and everything was our norm. Thanks for putting up with my OCD. I even liked it when you called me “judgy wudgy”. You were there for me when I lost my mother....thanks Chrispy. I will never forget your kind heart. You made everyone feel like they were the only ones in the room. Now you’re with your Baba and Mama and Sean...and I’m jealous. I’m sorry but I wasn’t ready to give you up just yet. I will cherish our memories forever. You’re a one-of-a-kind , special af, broke the mold, once in a lifetime, lucky to have known you motherfucker. I will miss you.