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About Brian
Brothers: a letter from Derek
Brian is not only my brother but my best friend. Brian and I were just
the typical brothers when we were younger. We would beat on each other all
the time and make fun of one another. Brian used to love to make fun of me
when we were younger because I was a little on the chunky side, and this
really bugged me with all the nicknames he had for me. My mom came up with
a nickname for me when I was little, she always called me punky. So Brian
came up with a new nickname for me and called me chunky punky, and he
thought this was pretty funny. As Brian and I got older, we started to get
along a little better and stopped pounding each other. We went to Myrtle
Beach with mom, dad, two of Brian’s friends, and my girlfriend Maurin in
the summer of 2004. We had a blast on that vacation. Mom really wanted us
to go deep sea fishing because she knew I loved to fish. When we met at
the place to go, the captain said that we would not be able to go because
they didn’t have enough room on the boat. Brian and I didn’t think this
was a big deal, then we looked over at mom and she was crying and very
upset. She would just do anything possible to keep her two boys happy. One
day after being out at the beach all day, and throwing the football with
Brian and his two friends we came inside to relax for a bit. We were all
sitting around just talking, and then look over at Brian and he was curled
up on the couch holding his football right next to his head like a little
baby. I just thought this was so funny looking at him taking a nap holding
his dear little football. On this vacation is when I think Brian and I
started to get pretty close with one another and talk a lot more. Then
when our mom got sick it brought us up even closer through the hard times. We
would call each other a couple of times a week just to check up on things,
and went out to the bar a few times. Then unfortunately, when mom passed
away, we were both devastated. Our mom was the best mother in the world to
both of us, and also a very close friend. Brian was handling this a lot
better than I thought he would. He seemed to be more concerned about me
and that I was doing ok. Then when Brian went missing, I was just so
confused with all that was going on. Things were just starting to get a
little back to normal. It was still extremely difficult dealing with mom
passing away, but my dad had just gone back to work and I knew we would
all make it through this tough time. Then this happens to Brian, and I
just ask myself “why”. I just don’t understand how after our loving mother
passes away, Brian goes missing and is absolutely no where to be found. I
love my brother very much and want so bad for him to come home. I sit here
and think to myself all the time what could have happened to Brian and I
just don’t know. I always get these thoughts that something horrible has
happened to him and all of a sudden start to feel sick to my stomach. Just
the thought of something happening to my very brother is unbearable. He
has way too much going for him and is just too good of a person for
something like this to happen.
PLEASE,
PLEASE
help us find Brian and bring him home safely.
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