This is the most difficult thing I’ve ever had to write. My brother Alex died this week. After a sudden cardiac arrest, he ultimately succumbed to an anoxic brain injury. He was 28 years old. He was a father, a son, a brother, a friend. The words to express how deeply he will be missed, how fiercely he was loved, how sharply unfair this is, don’t exist.
With that, I have a favor to ask. Alex’s son Luka is eight months old, and my parents, my brother Nikolai and I want to make sure Luka knows his dad and how much he loved him. I’d like to put together a memory book for him, with stories and photos. If you knew AD, I’m guessing you have at least one story or memory with him; I would love for you to share them. Feel free to leave a comment or message me directly, photos would be welcomed.