Tristan, I miss you so much. You ARE always going to be my brother. You have always had this giant heart. You always knew how to make anyone laugh no matter what. I remember when I talked to you about boys you'd always tell me "I don't care how big they are, I'll still kick their ass if they hurt you." You would always walk into my room and say "what up, wanker!" There were times where, yes we would fight over the littlest things like how I shake my foot while sitting down and it'd annoy the fuck outta you. I always made fun if your nose, because it was big, but you never cared, you said "bigger the better" I'm going to miss fighting with you about how UNsexy you are and you say "I know I'm damn sexy!" And blow kisses to yourself. You would always do that. Look at yourself in the mirror and say how sexy you are and everyone knows. That vain on your forehead, dear god! I always freaked thinking that it would pop and you would make it get bigger on purpose. You little shit. I have a jacket of yours that still smells like you and yes, I'll smell it, but it makes me feel like you're still here. I know you are too and I know you're watching over all of us and shaking your naked butt at every single one of us. I think that even at the service you were on stage while everyone was crying, you were there calling all of us towels and shaking your butt. I love you sooooooo much, wanker. I know you knew that. You will truly be missed, by everyone. Rest In Peace, Lizard. ♡