Wallace died on a day more perfect than any, and on a day where he was riding at his best. As I watched him die I died too. Only, I was lucky enough to live again with him inside of me.
Wallace snowboarded because it made him happy and because it made other people’s lives like mine better. It connected him to the world around him and to the best people in the world, his friends. It was a pursuit to find meaning, and a pursuit to impact the world. Believe me, he FOUND meaning. And he has impacted my world so immensely that I have become him, just a much less perfect version. This is the greatest honor I could have ever hoped for. I am proud to be Wallace’s brother. I AM WALLACE BRIGGS WESTFELDT.
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