You were always more than just my cousin. You were my best friend. My partner in crime. The only one I wanted to spend my time with. From catching frogs, to climbing the willow trees in front of Mamaws house. Snow ball fights, riding the four wheelers all over the place. Video games were a piece of cake. You knew I hated scary movies, and would wait to watch them during the day with me. We'd play football and soccer and anything else we could think of. Roaming through the woods was just another day. I could go on forever. I miss you like crazy. Ever single day of my life. I'll forever be a Packer's fan for you, since you aren't here to cheer them on anymore.
I love you.
My cousin was my best friend. My everything. My world crashed when I was 9 years old, and he was lost in an accident. He and his brother were on a four wheeler, and riding home on a back country road like any other day, and a lady was driving 65 on cruise control and wasn't paying attention and hit them head on. My best friend was thrown 20 feet from the accident, and they believe he was gone before he hit the ground.
My world was turned upside down. Troy was only 7 years old. I didn't know what to do. Now, 13 years later, I still don't know how to handle it sometimes. He was the one who would have been there to whip the asses of the boys who broke my heart. He would have been the one who was there for everything. I know it to this day. I miss him incredibly. Now, on what should have been his 21st birthday, I am having a drink for him.
We should be having this one together. I love you Baby Troy. You'll always be in my heart.