07/23/2026
15 years.
Today marks 15 years since my baby brother, Isaac, has been gone. He would have been turning 37 this year.
These AI-generated photos brought me so much joy… and so much pain. They gave me a glimpse of moments we were robbed of. They made me think about everything that changed because he is no longer here. All the milestones, the memories, the laughter, the vacations… and the people he never got to meet.
If I could speak to you and you could hear me, I would say:
I’m especially sorry that not only you, but our entire family, was robbed of the life we could and should have had. You were robbed of being the fun, playful uncle I know you would have been. You were robbed of watching your daughter, Gabriella, grow up and being her superhero, just like Dad was for you and me. She was robbed of knowing her father and of being Daddy’s little girl. And I was robbed of hearing that beautiful little girl call me “Titi.”
I know you’re resting now. It’s those of us still here who carry the ache, learning to keep living while a piece of our hearts will always be missing.
I’ve forgiven the people who took your life and changed ours forever. Forgiveness doesn’t erase the pain or the loss. It simply means I refuse to let hatred have the final word.
My comfort is the hope Jehovah has promised us. The day when this won’t have to be an AI-generated picture anymore. One day, we’ll take the real one. I’ll get to watch you wrap your arms around Gabriella for the very first time. I’ll get to see you meet your nephews, who never had the chance to know the amazing uncle you would have been. They’ll finally get to know the uncle we’ve always told them about. And all of us will have the privilege of getting to know the incredible man you would have become. We’ll laugh together, create new memories, and finally experience everything this world took from us.
Until then, we’ll keep holding on to that hope. Not a single day goes by that you aren’t thought of.
I love you, Isaac. Always. ❤️
