Kevin was the 'Golden Boy' . He was the unspoken favorite of four siblings. A Northeast Philly kid, Roman Catholic grad, a nurse at St. Mary's, a camp counselor at Chen-A-Wanda. Kevin was my baby brother. Just two months ago, at 27 years old, Kevin took his life in our bathroom of the home we recently moved into together. And it blindsided us all. Kevin was a beaming smile, a music lover with no judgement towards anyone. I never met a person who didn't love him, who didn't have a funny story to tell about him. He was a die hard Philles fan, even getting in trouble when his beloved team won the Series in 2008. My two daughters loved him, he was the fun uncle who was teaching them to play soccer and skip rocks. My brother suffered in silence just feet away from me everyday. And I would have done anything to protect him from the demons that haunted him. The Sunday before he passed we shared pizza and watched a movie together, we chatted about the week to come, schedules, the kids, nonsense. That night he smelled a tulip flower and I remember he smiled as he handed it to my daughter to smell, too. I want Kevin to be rembered by his beaming smile. And I want Kevin's passing to teach a lesson to us all, this life is more than just a read through.