Big Brother

Being an older brother has been one of the most meaningful experiences of my life. I’ve always tried to set a good example—imperfectly, perhaps—but with all my heart. This photo brings back a flood of memories and emotions. It was taken on my 16th birthday in July 1985, during a summer spent in Alaska with my older sister Melinda and a few of my youngest siblings.

Though I missed the rest of our family back in Idaho, I felt something that summer I truly needed: peace, joy, and a sense of belonging. I didn’t know then how much would change in the months ahead.

Not long after this picture was taken, Melinda left to live with friends. And the following July, our family experienced a tragedy that would reshape my life. At just 17 years old and entering my senior year of high school, I found myself stepping into a caretaker role for my younger brother and two sisters. With my dad working hard to support us, I became the one holding things together at home.

It wasn’t easy, and I grieved the normal experiences I missed out on. But looking back, I’m deeply grateful for the bond that formed between me and those three little ones. The love we share is something I treasure to this day. I carry it with me always.

John, Heidi, and Rebecca — thank you for bringing so much light and happiness into my life. Thank you for your patience, your love, and for sticking with me through my mistakes. Being your brother is a true honor. I love you all dearly.