I'm remembering the first time that I met my brother was in church with his wife Gloria and daughter Precious, I guess that Beverly told him that I would be attending church that Sunday with her and her husband.  As he stood up and preached so perfectly and I said to myself "wow he's my brother", from that day forward we shared a special bond, he wrote to me, sometimes six page letters and would apologize for writing me a book, I didn't mind because he was opening up to me trying to catch up with the years that he never knew his sisters and brothers from his father!  I remember when he was at Vickies wedding he seem so excited to be in the presence of his father, sisters and brothers and then he had to leave, he always was leaving for some reason or another.  He told me in one letter that he was a loner and the closeness we shared he hadn't shared with anyone besides his Grandmother who died in 1979 made me feel something special but a lot was boggled up inside that he would'nt let surface and I did'nt pry because eventually he would tell me in a letter or via phone and it seem like some weight would be lifted off his shoulders.  He was known for saying "what come up, come out", but he was contradicting himself because he held a lot in that never would come out.  So you go on and be at rest my friend, my brother for no more worries, nothing to haunt you here on this earth anymore, love you to the end of time.  Really going to miss you!