I’m writing this a few months after the fact, but still am not quite ready to write too much about it. My little brother, Travis, died on May 27th while on a canoe trip with my other brother Eric, and some friends of theirs.
Travis was only 21 years old and I haven’t seen him since he was about 14.
Here’s a picture that my Aunt Deb posted and Mom told me about last night (Aug 2nd). It’s Travis giving Mom a hug. He looks exactly as I remember him, except maybe a bit taller.
It doesn’t seem fair that this happened to him. He was the one in the family that always had a good outlook on things, great sense of humor, and seemed to always find a way to get people to laugh.