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!