My brother

He was tired, his mind was tortured, he was sad, he was hurting, he was lonely, he was confused, he was angry, he was misunderstood, he was gripped by fear and he didn't know where to go.

He was a son, a grandson, a nephew, an uncle, a friend, a godfather, and he was my big brother.

He was rude, he was obnoxious, he was argumentative, he was abrupt, he was stubborn, he was a pain in the neck.

He was loving, he was caring, he was generous, he was considerate, he was interesting, he was funny, he was sweet, he was special.

Three months ago, God called him home. And I still can't believe he's gone.