RIP PI KAPP

Rest easy to the letters we wore,
Pi Kappa Phi stitched in more than cloth
they lived in late nights, loud laughs,
and mornings we swore we’d change, but never did.

We built something in between the chaos,
somewhere between the cheap beer and real brotherhood,
where strangers turned family
without ever needing to say it out loud.

The house wasn’t just walls
it was stories that still echo,
music bleeding through floors,
and memories that don’t fade, just settle.

Yeah, things change.
People move on.
But you don’t really lose a place like that
it just becomes part of who you are.

So here’s to the nights we won’t forget,
and the ones we barely remember.
To the bonds that outlast the letters.

RIP Pi Kapp
not gone, just legendary now.