My tall, younger, mutt brother. Still can't believe you're gone. To be frank, I'm still in complete denial. Got news about you yesterday from @daphne.my, didn't want to believe the article, so I had to check in with @beastrickwillis, only to hear that it was true. My heart is heavy and I'm truly heart broken.
Your loss took me a whole night to register. Early this morning, I got up and took the time to look through Pat's gazillion photos and came across a good amount of memories that we captured. While going through them, it suddenly hit me that you aren't coming back, that your presence will no longer be at Pat's next bbq (for his bday coming up), and i just broke down and cried. Seeing our photos made me realize how much you genuinely enjoyed life and your friends. Even with your broken arm, you'd take the drive from the east bay to come hang out with us. However, some of the best memories we had together were captured in my head and not on lens. All this made me snap myself back to reality and realize that life is way too short. I'm guilty of all the opportunities we could've had chilling together, but instead, staying at home and working those late nights. You were that person who seized every moment, despite your crazy work hours. So selfless and was always there for your friends and family, no matter what the case. You've inspired me to do the same.
To all our late night #gaming sessions at Pat's house, Old Town #sushidates , #hotpot sessions, and many many other memories we've had through years, thank you. I'll miss you, my #Superdry brother. Rest easy. 🙏 #RIP