I haven’t seen my dad in years, and the death of my younger brother Brian a few months ago finally made me realize life can be short. Nothing is guaranteed, not even tomorrow. I just left everything and went to visit the old man. Full hockey scholarship to Boston University, and he could have gone pro back in the mid-60s if he hadn’t blown his shoulder out after just his sophomore year (1st row, 4th from the right #17 in the team photo). It was good seeing you again, Dad. Much love* *Taken from: https://www.instagram.com/therealjohnjquinlan/
My late younger brother from his senior prom in 1995. I respected you for being unique and not caring about what others thought about you. Probably the only one in a gray tuxedo and you wore it well. I miss those simple times, the talks, and our youth. I love you bro ❤️ Brian William Quinlan, February 12, 1977 – May 17, 2025* https://www.robinsonfuneralhome.com/obituaries/brain-quinlan *Taken from Instagram Stories
It was tough “letting go” today. My brother’s car is now gone and it’s symbolic of the new reality. Life is hard. I love you bro. Brian William Quinlan ❤️ February 12, 1977 – May 17, 2025 *Taken from: https://youtube.com/shorts/9W5ivPwn2Lk
It was tough “letting go” today. My brother’s car is now gone and it’s symbolic of the new reality. Life is hard. I love you bro. Brian William Quinlan ❤️ February 12, 1977 – May 17, 2025 *Taken from: https://youtube.com/shorts/9W5ivPwn2Lk
