To My Little Bro…

I can still hear you.

Hyung, your singing sucks (well, you can't rap for shit). How can you like that greasy ass American food (have you even tried in n out). Whisky sucks. Give me some more of that gin (yeah Johnnie Walker sucks but you gotta try Laphroaig). Hyung, for God’s sake at least buy some new t-shirts (at least I don't wear red pants). Lose some weight before you get married - your tux looks like it's about to blow up and your wedding pics last forever (you were right bro. No comeback here).

Hyung, why do you put up with that shit. Just live your life.

Your boisterous laughter, your diabolical smile, your signature disapproving look when I told you that I do indeed like McDs Filet O' Fish.

Your empathetic soul. The way you are able to get on the same wavelength as the other person you are trying to console, resonate with, or make laugh. The way you go out of your way to entertain others, no matter what is at stake.

I wish you could have given yourself a big pat on the back and a hug once in a while too. I wish you could have empathized with yourself as well as you did with others. I feel that the December Magic song was written as a song to yourself. I wish you were able to make yourself laugh a little more, with the self-deprecative type of humor you were best at.

Thank you for being my little brother for 30 years. Yes - we had our sibling rivalry; yes - we had our disagreements but one thing remained the same. You and I are kindred spirits. Only in the last 5 years did we realize how much we had in common. I was truly looking forward to the good times with you and Mikey.

Don't worry about mom and dad. I will take care of them as you know.

Not a day will go by without me thinking of you.

I love you.