Happy Birthday Brother dear

"Chris"

August 29, 1966 - September 23, 1989

See that little fellow in the cowboy hat in the Number 6 racing car trying to stop his friend Carlos in the go-cart from winning the race down the driveway?
That little fellow is my brother Chris...the best brother anyone could wish for.
The most loving, caring and kindest person that I have ever known...a big barrel of fun.....my brother.
My little brother that taught me to shoot, to drive, to stand up to others, to be strong, "not to take shit from nobody", the one I looked up to.  He was my little brother....he took over from my dad when he died..... stepped right into dad's shoes and they fitted him perfectly.

He kept us womenfolk safe and secure. The guys who wanted to talk to me were much afraid because he was a sharp shooter in the Barbados Regiment and he did not play around. The kids in Natalie's class did not bother her at all.
She too adored her "Cle-lah"...she couldn't say Uncle at first.
Boy do I miss him...we were a team...a real good team.

The Christmas when our parents bought us our bicycles, we found them stashed away in the servant's room hidden under some old clothes bundles, we looked at each other and grinned..you know what happened next...we took those bikes out for a test ride up and down the street in front of our house.  You should have seen us afterwards sweating with excitement and trying to get the tyres clean, black and shiny again and replacing them in the exact position we had found them...Christmas morning we put on the show of our lives ...the feigned surprise, the exclamations of joy...the clutching of our hearts....the hugs and kisses we showered on our "none the wiser" parents.....we had such good days.

He loved music and one of his favourite artistes was Michael Jackson who also shared the same birthday.

I have never met anyone that didn't love my brother...he was really a good guy....would give you his last dollar or the shirt on his back....always there for a friend in need.
Our house was always full of stray animals he rescued from a busy roadway or some friend that was having a hard life.
Never mean-spirited, never a harsh word, never caught him in a lie, never put himself first.
The best there ever was....he will be remembered always.
Gone but not forgotten.

Today is his birthday and I want to wish him a Happy Happy Birthday.
Love you always Bubba.

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