Brother, oh Brother

A role model.

Not because he introduced me to things like rap, alcohol, and women.

A role model because after our father passed away he put his sadness aside, got his hustle on and graduated not once but twice.

Someone I’ve looked up to since the days of superhero underwear.

Memories of wrestling on our beds, a Rock Bottom and a Stone Cold Stunner.

Playing Mario Party on the N64, calluses on our palms due to the hellacious joystick of Tug of War.

Not just a sibling, a friend, a hug, a kiss, a piece of my heart.

Brother, my Big Brother.