I wish I knew what to say, my mister. You and your brother, and your half brother are all I had left. And now you are gone. Only two of you left. Only one to carry on the family name. I ache... I wish I could have told you that I loved you, but it was too late. Did you want me to be there when you were there dying? I guess we will never know. I miss you. RIP my son.