My brother Erik was a good man.
No angel, he won't be sainted in death.
He was loved as he lived: fully.
His way until the end and now, beyond.
No wake. No funeral. No grave to visit.
No traditional comforts, as if such existed.
20 months of miracles ending 51 too short years,
his impact cannot be summed up in words,
nor should it, as it continues even now.
My brother Erik was a good man.
I loved him. May he rest in peace.