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Monday, Oct. 17, 2005 - 4:47 a.m.

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Happy Birdday Brudder Mine

Onewetleg's entry today made me totally break down in tears.

Today Oct 17th would have been my baby brother's birthday. He would have been 40. That is hard to imagine.

He was supposed to get married and have kids and be a great dad. That's what I wanted. When we went to see his body, my other brother started crying and said, 'I wanted to go to his wedding". It was so sad.

He died at 24. He too will always be remembered as young and gorgeous. We used to tease him and tell him he had a sexy buns. And he would say NOOOOOOOoooooooo in a funny voice, trying not to smile and look flattered. hehe. He was brilliant and funny and off the wall. Creative and intelligent and sweet and sometimes really nasty to his friends. I miss him many times every week.

I can't believe it. Dead since 1989. That is sixteen years ago. It seems impossible. 40. My little blond brother would have been 40.

It is really hard to believe he is gone. And yet, I have no memories of him past 23 (I didn't see him between his 24th birthday... the last time we spoke on the phone... and his death less than two months later). So I know it is true. He is gone.

Happy Birthday geebo.


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