I don't know why but drawing him makes me feel like I'm keeping him alive within me and everyone who knew him.
I'm going to keep drawing him whenever I can fit his face in. It makes me feel better. He was my extra little brother. There was hardly a time when you didn't see my brother and him together all the time growing up.
He was wildly adored by so many. His viewing had over 600 people show up, his funeral was held in a decent size church and there still wasn't enough seats for everyone, and the funeral procession to the grave site was seriously over 100 cars long.
Rest in peace buddy,
Kristen
