My brother was a thoughtful & caring person.  He loved to ride motorcycles.  He followed me & my sister everywhere we went growing up.  He was picked on as a child. He didn't have much of a life.  He left us too early.  I wish he would have confided in his family.  I miss him dearly.  He would slide down the stairs on his bottom when he was little.  He would pretend to smoke a small pipe to copy off of my grandfather.  He loved his matchbox cars & soldiers when he was little.  My brother had a hard time showing his emotions.  I wish he was still here.  I love you!