I guess you could say he was one of the craziest, brothers in the world.  Always cracking a wise crack about something.  I remember alot of things about growing up with him. Like when I was in kindergarten and he was in 6th grade he had to walk me home from school, he walked faster than me and he would get so irritated because he had to stop and wait on me.  By the time we were home he was mad and I would look up at him and say I am sorry and he would say its okay sis.  Then he would give me a big hug.  I remember one time me, him, his girlfriend, and some other friends went to Fort Pierce to go fishing and had a ball.  I caught a big fish after losing about 6 of them he helped me pull that one in.  I could just go on and on and I will add more.  But recently he would call me every day sometimes two and three times a day, I would do anything for that right now.  I love you Buster and miss you so much.  I miss our daily conversations.  But I know you are in heaven at the feet of Jesus and with all our other loved ones.  No more pain, illness, sadness, or worrys.  R.I.P.