My little Brother

My not so little brother, Zach. God I loved him. I always will. There's a small chance we used to throw chairs at each other and beat each other up for no reason, but our relationship went far beyond the regular sibling banter. He told me all the things he couldn't tell everyone else. He would talk to me about relationship problems, life problems, and he would share all his amazing memories he had of his friends with me. We talked about so much and I always tried my very best to protect him, to give him the unconditional love he deserved. Zachary was very funny, he had the best sense of humor. He was an incredibly gentle soul trying hard to act tough (but he wasn't very good at acting because everyone still knew how big his heart was). He was a Williamson man - a man of few words, but gentle, caring, and funny. We both saw each other at our worst and still loved each other. I loved him when he was alive and I will continue loving him for the rest of my life and beyond.

Zach, you were the best brother any sissy could ask for. Thank you for understanding me and for still loving me even when you didn't understand me. Thank you for making me laugh, for making mom and dad mad with me on purpose, because we thought it was funny. Thank you for showing me how to be gentle. Thank you for bringing so much light into our family's life. Thank you for being a wonderful man to everyone's life you crossed. I love you until the end of time.

Forever and Always,

Big Sissy.