For My Brother
November 7th 2007,
A date that I will remember before my own birthday.
It is strange how just seeing something as ordinary as a lonely yet familiar stretch of road can bring back a flood of emotions. Mile after mile my mind went back to that night. The weather was much the same, the only light came from thinly spaced street lights, and no matter how loud my radio was playing I only heard silence. Fighting a lump in my throat I parked the car, took a deep breath and joined my friends in the freezing weather to reminisce about one of the most wonderful people that ever lived.
He lived with no preconceived notions, no hesitation to say what was truly important, and most of all he knew that family by blood or family by friends outweighs everything. Even though he we had no relation I felt like he was my own flesh and blood. I always considered him one of my brothers, one of my own. No matter what problem I might have had, he would be there even if I realized it or not. And no matter what I would have been there for him.
After all my friends had gone after all but a few candles still lit, as I watched the last candle slowly burn itself out I felt as if I wasn’t alone. Almost as if he was there, kneeling with me on the cold dirt talking to me once again. Telling me that no matter what troubles come my way be it money, career, women, bills, or whatever else happens that this life is always worth living. No matter how beaten down this world can make you feel there is always comfort in knowing that you have a good friend like him.
It is tragically ironic that the person that taught me the most about life is the same person that only had a short time to live his own. Even to this day he is teaching me more and more about my life that I could have never imagined.
Einstein was right, time is truly relative. No matter how long it’s been or how old I get that day always seems like yesterday to me.
Derek, you will always be my brother.
You will never be forgotten, you have my promise.