My older bro Shaun died in 2010. He was one of 2 kids my mom had(with two different guys) before she met my dad and had me. My bro was my “evil twin” every thing wild and crazy I wanted to do but couldn’t because of my chair he would do.

He had a smile you could NEVER stay mad at. We lost touch because my mom’s family didn’t like my dad. I found him on myspace about 3 years before he died, the night before he was supposed to go over seas with the Army. He told me he remembered me and loved me too and would see me when he came home.

Well he made it home but he wasn’t the same. He lost his myspace password(I didn’t find this out till his ex gf told me at his funeral) and didn’t want to talk to anyone so he moved to WA. After about 3 months of living there he died. I guess he drank too much and passed out in his chair(a tv chair I guess) and he started chocking and died, the story goes they didn’t find him until 2 days latter.

I found out he died from my mom’s other son who got my number from a shared friend of his and my sister(my dad had a daughter and a son with a different lady about 19 years before he met my mom and had me) he just invited me to the funeral and that’s the last I herd from any of my mom’s family.

I just made a new friend with the same name as my bro and I think its my bro telling me to make more friends.