A couple of weeks ago, your brother sent a message saying “need help”. It was a typical message we would regularly receive in need of medical assistance.
What hit me was how obvious your brother’s affection is for you. He did not seem to care about stigma or discrimination. All he wanted was to get meds for you.
We sent the meds through LBC and for a guy, your brother was rather sweet. He sent several messages thanking us. He sent this pic (which I of course cropped).
And just like that, I thought everything was okay. You looked like you were doing okay. At least the pic told me you two were fine. Happy.
A few minutes ago, your brother messaged me saying you’re gone. I wanted to ask him why. How. What happened.
But I can feel his pain. So I held back and extended my condolences.
The pain your brother must feel is so much. The pain of a brother who fought for you, and with you.
The fight is over. You rest as you very well deserve. Your brother, although in pain, will bring with him your memories.
I salute you for giving us a good fight.
I salute your brother. Period.