At 6:12am this morning, my brother Spacey died.
And a large piece of me has died with him.
This is the last picture of us together. I was just with him in the hospital, on Friday, He was there because he’s been recovering from a brain injury and a spine injury he got when he was out running, back in July.
When I first went to leave the hospital I asked him if I could take our picture, and he nodded yes. Then he lifted his hand and made the sign language gesture for “I love you.”
I can’t describe the pain of this loss. It’s immense.
I love his wife Mae, and their daughter so very much. They are my family, as he was my family. We are not related by blood, but in every other way possible, we are brothers.
And he is gone.
I feel empty inside.