My fellow brother in blue has lost the hardest battle of all, the one of the mind. He was a great man to a fault, and I will miss him. I tried so hard to help him, to the point of losing him as a friend towards the end. I wish I could have done more and found some way to help him ease the pain. I'll never forget the times I had with him. We took vacations together, laughed a LOT together, shared some fucked up stuff from work, and helped each other through some really hard times. He really was a brother to me and I am happy to have known him, I just wish I could have talked to him one last time. I was just thinking about him yesterday and now I know why.