The last two weeks have been hellish, for lack of a better term.
On July 3rd we received a call I never thought I’d get, my baby brother was gone. The only words I have to describe any of this are disbelief, anger, and heartbreaking. Yes, I felt my heart cracking, a tiny fissure that continues to grow.
So if I’m distant, or not my usual boisterous self, you now know why.
He will always be that little boy who danced alongside Billy Idol.