February 8, 2005

• Yesterday, 11pm here in Grenada, 10pm EST, I get a call from my brother. First time ever that he has called me, usually I call him. Well we intially shot the shit, how are you, hows the weather, the Mets suck, that kind of thing...

  
  

  Then with the hoarseness in his voice, he says "I was not sure if I should tell you, but I got some bad news..."

  
  

  That is not what Vivek wants to here, 2000 miles away from home... first thing I thought was my momz, something happened and it is not good. The parentals are gettting up there... so I grow worried each and everyday.

  
  

  He tells me a family friend of ours just past away, a friend of my brother's actually- during childhood. It was good for him though... of course there I have a lot of hurt because of his absence, and the remorse I feel for his family... But he sufferred from schizophrenia and everyday it was getting worse, not better. He was constantly a danger to himself and he could never find any peace.

  
  

  I hope now he has found it.

  
  

  God Bless him.

  
  

  RIP.

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