Tweetyeah man. I lost 2 in 1. I learned my older brother by 3yrs was my best friend by a long shot. He was killed at only 26yrs old on his bike.(GSXR-750)
We grew up doing all the shyt very best friends do. We even dreamed the same thing sometimes. We did that all our lives. I felt half of me go when he left. I was outta-whack for a couple years. Not like visibly screwed up, I just had to figure out how to live without him here...without my brother. my big bro.
By the time we were adults. I had caught up with him in height. When we were out at the clubs, people thought we were twins. we got that shyt all the time.
He was something. We were something. Man at the stories I could tell...alot of people have some crazy stories with my brother. He had the 2nd largest funeral only to a state governor that was buried at the same funeral home lots. which is the largest funeral place in town. Same one that took care of my 2nd daughter. and that's another story...and great loss.