Today would've been my younger brothers 41st birthday. But, cancer took him four years ago. I could write page after page about the sorrow that came with his passing for his family.

But, today I choose to remember him as he was the last couple years of his life, after his diagnosis.

I saw courage in a man like I've never seen anywhere else in real life. His ability to always turn it into something about somebody else, instead of feeling sorry for him.

He'd say "Don't feel sorry for me. I'm going to heaven!"

And, from my perspective, I couldn't have been more proud of him.

Dear John,

Your daughter talks about "Daddy John in heaven" every single day.

And you made one heck of an impact while you were here.

So, we remember you on your birthday. But we think about you every day.