It is hard to be brave without you around. You constantly reminded me that Mark counted, that I mattered and that my mom was supercool. In turn, I would remind you of how excellent you are/were. I would remind you that your brothers loved you and that brothers almost never show their appreciation when and how it is most needed. Trust me: I have failed more than them.
In that sharing was a genuine and important friendship that endured and sustained us both. It was a true friendship.
You are forever frozen in my mind as the “Tiny Cheerleader” who stood apart. After the football games, my mother and I would walk you out of Sterling Height High School (where Cousino was forced to play its “home” games), and we would sometimes give you a ride back to Cousino, because you didn’t want to be on the bus.
In those moments, I realized that your life was not “normal” and neither was mine. And being “abnormal” with you was cool.
You have my friendship and loyalty forever.