Tony and I fought when we were younger. A lot. I can remember ripping out chunks of his hair and having his teeth marks on my arm for days. But, I guess that’s just what kids do. Since then we have both grown up and we’ve recently just started to have intelligent, adult conversations. I remember the first one we had. I was away at college and he called to wish me a happy birthday. Well, we ended up talking for an hour about everything from Mom & Dad and school, to the meaning of life. Recently we were emailing each other back and forth with introspective thoughts on politics. So many thoughts are in my head right now and there will forever be a huge hole in my heart. I, my family, and the world will never be the same. I just ache to hug him one more time. But, we can’t go crazy with the why’s and what if’s. We can only console ourselves with the thoughts that he is in heaven watching over us everyday and keeping us safe. I’m positive he’s playing the sax for the rest of the people in heaven and we’ll all see him again soon enough. I just hope he realizes how much we all love him.

-Amie, his oldest sister