Every month, you’d leave for a weekend to go do your time with the Marines. We both hated it because there was always some hell we wanted to raise. At the end of those weekends, you’d come home with some goofy facial hair, drop your rank gear on the floor, kick off em nasty boots, and hug me like you hadn’t seen me in a year. It’s been a year now. Still waiting for that hug man. That hug with a sigh that sounded like home. And that’s the shit that kills me. This house will never be the same. I love you brother. https://www.instagram.com/p/CFjKiccpJxZ6mh-prtz4E1iILmH-AiyBWk4Qsg0/?igshid=y3n1gw2lvqa0














