When Riley and I were growing up we couldn’t ever hang out enough. Whether we were fighting, playing sports, or just hanging with each other it was always an adventure with Rilo. After every flag football game, travel baseball tournament, and or high school sporting event we’d already have plans for after the game. My favorite memory was playing tackle football in the game room at the Estes house. It was always Riley and me vs my brother and his. Riley never cared if he got hurt, broke something, or hurt someone else he just knew whoever had the ball was going to get creamed. And if he had the ball he knew he was gonna get smashed, but he didn’t care. He would just laugh. I miss that laughter and the man himself who was always somehow invincible. He was a true character, a true friend, and always a true brother.