12/11/2025
Today would’ve been your 37th birthday.
It never gets easier. Grief sneaks up on me in the quiet moments and the loud ones — and every time, it steals my breath. There isn’t a Niners game I watch without hearing you say, “You’re not even enjoyable to watch the game with.” And every time I walk into Yankee Stadium, it’s like you’re right there beside me — your voice echoing through the tunnel, memories hitting me all at once.
Birthdays… holidays… they all remind me that your absence is loud. But grief isn’t just in the big days. It’s in the moments no one prepares you for — when I still go to call you to ask which meat cut to buy, or when Baby Rocco does something so funny I instinctively turn to see if you saw it too. And then there’s Ella — her love for food, her feisty little attitude, all the things you would’ve laughed at and loved about her. Those are the moments that hurt the most… when life keeps moving, but you’re not here to live it with us.
I miss you in ways words don’t reach.
My brother. My heart.
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Happy Heavenly 37th Birthday 🤍🕊️
I hope you’re watching over us — I hope you know you’re still everything. We will never stop picturing life with you in it!
