My brother would turn 24 today.
I can't seem to get away from him these days. This is the city where he went to school, not too far from where I live. I used to fly out here to visit him when he was in college, and I keep passing by diners and stores that I would go to with him.
I hate how much I can't easily remember. Tiny things like what day he died (6/22/12, I think), what kind of plays he liked (Neil Simon, Sarah Ruhl), if he ever saw me play my own music (I don't think so).
My neighbor has a ton of Halloween decorations - lots of orange lights, pumpkins, skeletons. On their lawn, there is a family of ghosts - One for mom, one for dad, and one for each kid. I thought it was cute the first time I saw it, didn't really think about it too much. Yesterday, I read the kid's names - one was Quinn, my brother's name. I made it to the end of the street, and then I just kind of... broke.
He was named after this song, which my Mom's college roommate sang incessantly. I sang it at his funeral - we got every one of his musically-inclined friends together to form a band for it. Everybody there sang along, and we probably played it for about 8 minutes. To this day, probably the best audience I've had.
I'll probably be updating this all day with bits and pieces I remember about him.
EDIT: I made a thing.