One of my many memories with my brother, was when I was younger, we had gone out to do some Christmas shopping and it was late so we stop in for a bite to eat at a restaurant which was called My Second Home. (It is no longer in business). I had my first steak dinner there. We would go back there several times when we were out doing things together. We had attended several Car and Truck shows in the past but due to his leg we had not gone to any more of those shows. I certainly cherish those times we spent together. When I was ready to purchase my vehicles in the past, I ask Gerald if he would come with me to make sure that it was the proper one for me and to make sure the salesperson was not stringing me along. I love that Gerald took the time to be with his little sister. Even presently, we had spent time shopping together. This time we would ride in my SUV. He enjoyed making sure if it was his pick-up trucks or his current Chevy Trax that it was always shinny and sparkling clean inside. He would spend hours on them so they would be sharp to look at while driving down the street. When any maintenance needed to be done, he would make sure that it was handled as soon as possible. I will miss our conversations on our fond memories of the good old days whenever we would get together. No more future memories with the three of us, just two of us now. Thanks Gerald, for those memories. I love you so much and will always have you in my heart.