He knew me from when I was a baby boy. He was the elder brother I never had. I would take his cycle when he came to deliver milk and I would do the so called monkey pedal. No one spoke to me as he did. He taught me to ride a cycle. He gave me confidence. He always encouraged me even when I would fall and get cut. The cycle would be in a bad shape. He never ever not even once said anything or looked down at me. I learnt to ride a bike using his Hero Puch. He had many times had to repair his cycle and bike because of my stupidity as a kid. He taught me to be athletic. He talked about Stamina as a key aspect of health. I took so much from him and never gave anything back. The only person who never scolded me or even stared me down in my life. He died today and I am at a loss I can't understand. I have always been hard hearted but today I could not. The one brother who moulded me silently without any hype or return is gone. I didnt know what I could tell his mother and Father or his sister's who cried beside his body. Tears rolled without any warning. I broke down seeing his body lay in a coffin. The elder brother I had is gone. I couldn't see him when he was in his death bed and say a prayer. I never did anything for him. Now I mourn his loss and reflect back on all the instances he was with me. I can never get a Livingston again in my life on earth. RIP my bro and I hope to meet you again in the after life.
