Dear Brother,
Happy Birthday. It has been almost six years since you died, and it has been five birthdays we have celebrated without you. Every year we get together on your birthday and celebrate your life. Here are some of my thoughts this year, not being able to be with your family today.
I have found that it gets easier to look back on our memories of you every year. The pain is still there, I don't think it will ever go away, but we have started to get used to the pain. Now it's a dull ache in my chest when I remember you.
I often think of times we had together. Most of them bring a smile to my face. When you would run up to me and tackle me into a hug, or when you would jump up onto a chair when you sang your favorite worship song, I can't help but smile.
It hurts me to think that a few days before you died you thought that no one would care if you deleted all of your profiles on social media. I am so glad you didn't. It helps to be able to go back and read our old messages on Facebook.
I think that making others happy made you happy. That's why you always had a smile on your face and an extreme willingness to help. I know that you would be happy to know that you are the reason that a few people got to live.
You gave your organs for the lives of others. Your death brought others life, and I know that would make you happy. Your death also brought others closer to God, which would bring you so much joy as well. Knowing that your life was a testimony enough to bring others to God, that is amazing to me.
Your birthday is a hard time for all of us. It's when I think back on your life and realize that time has taken things from me. Time has taken your voice from me and your laugh. It's times like that that I think of you with tears in my eyes.
I miss you every day and love you still today. Happy Birthday big brother.
Love, your un-biological sister
In loving memory of Dillon Ray Trull (July 28, 1992 - September 23, 2011)