I got this tattoo on my arm now. It mostly makes me think of when I had your phone at my house just after you died, and I was looking through it to see what we needed to get off of it before we tossed it.
In your contacts, I was listed as Rooster. Of course, you barely ever called me anything else since I was ten and you were eight.
Hardly anyone calls me that now. So I got a big old rooster tattoo on my forearm. I think you would think it is silly. That makes me smile and laugh. I love you little brother, and miss you.