I’m Kiera Nelson, the youngest sister of Travis Fryer. I’d like to start off by saying that although my brother was twice my age, (I’m fifteen, and he was thirty) he never talked down to me or made me feel inferior. I spent a lot of quality time with my brother over the last few years – sometimes because he wanted to talk, sometimes because I wanted to. In the summer of 2010, Travis took me with him frequently to visit one of his friends in upper Florida. It was about an hour car ride, and we never had uncomfortable silences. I’m an avid reader of novels, and he would always randomly quiz me on them just to keep my memory refreshed. We would always talk of a variety of things, then come back full circle, to our mutual love and appreciation of God. Although we spoke of our religion a lot, the conversation was never dull. Travis would go in depth about stories in the Bible, like Job and Abraham. He would explain their faith and loyalty to God and why it was important to always have that faith. Even when everything felt like it was hopeless, you had God. And I’ve kept those words with me, even now that my brother is gone. Because even when people disappear, you still have the memory of their words.