johnny
BSB Addict
Today marks one year since my little brother passed. He fought hard for five months with his battle with cancer.
It seems like yesterday.
He was a beautiful man.In and out.We never were as close as the last five months.I am writing this because
we all have family and we all have are own lives.So being gay are friends become more family than are real
blood family.We don't have a lot of time sometimes to really keep in touch.
And sometimes family become a pain in the ass.My brother was the bad one I was good. He always got caught I
didn't.
He turned out to be a pretty together guy. Married ,kids.paid off his house the week he found out he had cancer.
He was going to be there to clean up my mess. I had a room in his house for when I got old.
He worried about me, my being gay, alone.
Never a bad word about my being gay .Always had his door open to my friends.He did the holidays and any of my
friends that had nowhere to go were invited.
I was lucky to have that last five months with him. Spent every Sunday watching football.I didn't even like football.
We would take pain pills and I was able to force him to eat.
There is so much more to the story. But I just want to tell people.Even if you have trouble with your family give
them a call. Just say hi.Because when there gone that's it.His number still in my phones. I want to call him every
day. But he can't answer.I am not a good writer. Just want to tell people I have no regrets. All it takes is a
three min phone call tell them your thinking of them.It will mean a lot to you and them.
Love them or not . That is who you were given.
Johnny
It seems like yesterday.
He was a beautiful man.In and out.We never were as close as the last five months.I am writing this because
we all have family and we all have are own lives.So being gay are friends become more family than are real
blood family.We don't have a lot of time sometimes to really keep in touch.
And sometimes family become a pain in the ass.My brother was the bad one I was good. He always got caught I
didn't.
He turned out to be a pretty together guy. Married ,kids.paid off his house the week he found out he had cancer.
He was going to be there to clean up my mess. I had a room in his house for when I got old.
He worried about me, my being gay, alone.
Never a bad word about my being gay .Always had his door open to my friends.He did the holidays and any of my
friends that had nowhere to go were invited.
I was lucky to have that last five months with him. Spent every Sunday watching football.I didn't even like football.
We would take pain pills and I was able to force him to eat.
There is so much more to the story. But I just want to tell people.Even if you have trouble with your family give
them a call. Just say hi.Because when there gone that's it.His number still in my phones. I want to call him every
day. But he can't answer.I am not a good writer. Just want to tell people I have no regrets. All it takes is a
three min phone call tell them your thinking of them.It will mean a lot to you and them.
Love them or not . That is who you were given.
Johnny