As I was in my spinning class this morning, working out for what seems like the hundreth time this week a song by the Beastie Boys came on and I was instantly reminded of my brother. Tim had this annoying habit of always singing along with the radio at the top of his lungs, always way off key. I could just remember being in the car with him as he would belt out that song and it was enough to make me smile while remembering how much I miss him. At least it took my mind off of the torture my legs were going through! I love you, Tim.