His years turned into months,to weeks, to days, to hours,to seconds, then gone. He was my number one "small" n the younger brother i had once lost. When i was in UB, i would come home and spend the night with him in the dorm. Then he spent six months with me in ma "mansion" as we called ma home. He told me he would be fine a week before he died. Hope he is fine now. It hurts, it does.