Little Brother. Did you have any idea how many people looked to you as their rock and their confidant? Did you realize that, even to this day, I get texts, e-mails, and calls from people halfway around the world whom I never knew who have found out about what you did to yourself?
Do you have any idea of how many times my shoulder has been used to rest a weeping head of somebody who knew you and misses you with all their heart?
I received a message from the doorman of your apartment the other day. Somebody stopped by with their parents, and he said, “This is where somebody important to me used to live,” and broke down crying.
I stop at your grave every time I am in CT. There is always something new where the headstone will be soon enough.
All these invisible people whose lives you touched. Did you have any idea what impact your actions would have upon them. Did you know you could have called them, and they would have coming running to your aid?
We all tried… did you have any idea?
