The first time I saw him I thought he was cool.

The first time he saved my life he became my hero.

The first time he made my sister cry I wanted to strangle him.

The first time he made her medicine I wanted to puke that stuff was so gross.

The first time I caught him and my sister kissing I knew I'd get a big brother.

The last time I saw him was a moonless night when he and my sister went out for their six month anniversary. The driver was drunk and he was protecting my sister like he always did when the car hit him instead.

It seems fitting that a hero would die saving the woman he loves.

I can only hope I can be half the man he was.