It wasn’t particularly planned to happen the way it did, it just unfolded the way things do when you’re drinking. There were laughs. There were tears. Above all there was each of us there for the other, the tight family we’ve become. It was a hard year, but we came to terms with it in our own way. We hugged, we laughed and we cried harder. Everyone toasted in celebration of making it home, then we made a solemn toast for our brother who didn’t.
Matt, you are missed.
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