This was/is my brother. We loved each other and stayed close throughout whatever went good, or went bad. I got closer to A during his last years because I moved back to the East Coast, even though we were never far away, even when I was on the other side of the world. We'd still call each other and talk just like we were living in the same city. He gave me advice often that I took often, and it was always simple, clear, "do what's good for you" types of advice. He was a strong dude in every sense of the word, he was loving, trusting, caring, nurturing, helpful---and sometimes he let the wrong people take advantage of his kind, generous, giving ways. A was always there to listen to me whenever I needed him to, anytime of day or night. Negative people with negative intentions will always latch onto a more positive, more powerful, more generous person than themselves, A was willing to help anyone and sometimes this wasn't to his advantage.. A had a way of being too giving, too forgiving, too generous sometimes with people who didn't deserve his kindness. His spirit was humble and noble at the same time and the world is a less caring, less generous place than it was with him in it. I'll always love my little brother and I'm glad in his last few months on earth he seemed to be doing much better, with a clearer mind and perspective. I wish he'd taken care more of himself, than others. I wish others had taken more care of him instead of just expecting to be taken care of by him. He helped anyone who came across his path.
All my love dude.
You were a Prince.
