My big bro, I’ll cherish memories of you forever, mostly you hating on my vegan ways, your squeaky trumps, you tickling me until I can’t breathe, you blaring Scooter and teaching me big fish little fish cardboard box, living together as adults and sampling your many different beers and doing my best to know what hoppy actually ever meant, how much you loved the film Soul at Christmas, how much you hated my Camembert at Christmas, being the silly big brother that made me into the silly woman I am today. Always bringing the sass and huge personality to the party. I love you so so much. Sorry for forcing you to eat the mushroom that time.