One year ago today, I got the text that my brother was missing. I don’t think I’ll ever forget that moment. I didn’t know then that my life, and our family’s lives, were about to be divided into a before and an after. The days that followed were a blur of phone calls, searching, organizing, hoping, and trying to make sense of something that made no sense. So many people showed up for us. Friends, family, strangers, first responders, volunteers. People who barely knew Colin spent hours looking for him because they knew how much he meant to us. And then came the news no family ever wants to receive. A year later, I still find myself thinking about that first text. About the confusion. About the frustration. About how desperately we hoped we would find him. About all the things I wish I could go back and change. About how quickly an ordinary day can become the day everything changes. Colin was so much more than a missing person on a flyer. He was my big brother. He was a son, a dad, a friend, a nerd, a funny guy with a big personality and an even bigger heart. He was someone who was deeply loved. Today is one year since we started looking for him. I miss you, Colin. I always will. ❤️