G-dizza.

That's what we called him. Our friend. My hub's brother-from-another-mother from childhood to present. Best man at our wedding. Part of our happiest and longest memories. Gone. 

Fucking gone. 

He went to sleep and never woke up. 

Fucking gone. 

We cling to each other in disbelief. Shock. Anger. 

Fucking gone. 

Why. Why, goddammit. Why at 37. 

We will celebrate the selfless joy of you. 

We miss you. May you wake in the summerland, dear brother, friend, Gabe.