This is the hardest thing for me to write as an adult. My brother Matthew Armorer is someone who inspired me. Our friendship started back in 1994 or so. We meshed on every level from video games to both of our fathers are from Trinidad. I remember finding out that he lived 2 blocks from me. After that we was inseparable. If you saw me, you saw him & vice versa. Ask anyone who knew us. We were staples at each other's house. If you was driving I was shotgun. How many Sunday dinners & nights at White Castle was there. How crazy is it that the woman who became your wife you met while hanging out with me. You allowed me to grow with you and your family. Putting me onto new experiences & always getting me out of my comfort zone. I learned how more passionate you became when your son was born. Thank you for allowing me to be a godparent. To be honest I feel I failed you as your brother and friend not being there in your last moments. I didn't say goodbye or know how to even say goodbye at 44. I still feel your presence every moment & expecting a call asking me for clarification on a Marvel movie. My comrade, brother, and one of best people I ever knew is gone. I had put these emotions off due to trying to figure out what to say & do. I apologize for rambling but I have so much to get out. Matthew I. Amorer - Sept. 28th, 1977 - Oct. 10, 2021 #PhuckUCovid - A few words I wrote for my best friend on Facebook Please support the gofundme for his family. DM myself or @brittoj for the link (at South Jamaica) https://www.instagram.com/p/CU_Mz1hgjpb/?utm_medium=tumblr
