Two years ago today I lost piece of me, my childhood, my best friend, my neighbor, the one I could always call on when I needed someone. You were the best brother and friend, you and I were always so close and you could make me laugh at some of the most stupidest things. We both shared a love of music and just about every song gives me a memory of you. So many things remind me of you I even sometimes here your voice when I laugh, I try to represent you in many ways trying to be what I loved best about you, you were so giving and kind even though you didn't have much, so funny and friendly you could make a friend wherever you'd go. You'd be so proud of me right now with family and especially the studio you knew it always was a dream of mine. In the studio the plant on the counter is from your funeral, the palm trees that were out front are from a plant nursery where you once worked, I play music all the time in class that reminds me of you and the anchor was the last tattoo that you got during a time in your life you were happy.
Logan Rindfield 8/14/82 - 10/29/17
“Sprit in the Sky”
This picture sums it up 😭