June 20, 1977 – April 22, 2026
They can leave a name off a piece of paper, but they cannot erase the blood, the history, or the bond we shared. As the first-born, I know exactly who we were to each other, and no one else’s anger, passive choices, or deflections can change the reality of our connection.
I am holding onto the real memories—the quiet moments, the shared laughs, and the private history that belonged only to the two of us. Rodger's place in my life, and my place in his, is a fact that stands entirely on its own.
You are missed, you are remembered, and you are honored by the brother who knew you best.
Rest in peace.
— David Plumpton