Saturday, November 20, 2021
Dear Omar, I can't believe you are gone. I am sorry to you and your loved ones that I could not be there during this time of sorrow. As you and I both know "duty calls." It's been a while since I have been in Colorado and I will come and pay the respects that one of your oldest brothers owes you. The last 15 years have been a wild ride for us. Will it ever feel real to live in a world without you in it? Finally, you are home. I find it remarkable that despite all of the crazy things we did and probably would do, you still weren't quite ready to go. I have known you for so long and accomplished so much with you around it is easy to say that the "crew" is not whole without you my brother. You loved us all deeply, and we felt it. I hope you were able to feel our love pouring right back at you. Because we love you so much. Then, now, and forever. Thank you, for demonstrating how to enjoy life, laughter and the little things, "sandwich boi." You and Amber seemed to be very happy when we last spoke and although I did not have the honor to witness both your love and friendship with each other. It helped ease the sadness of your death to know that she was apart of your life before it was cut short. Thank you for modeling for all of us what it meant to be level headed. You were the glue to the "crew" and obviously funny. I am going to miss everything about you, Omar. I am going to miss your calls, checking up on me and Jasmine. Most people don't but you did and I could never get over how you would remember to check up on me…even if it was to try to get me to buy another video game or system. I am going to miss our conversations. How we could cover such a broad range of topics in a single conversation is beyond me. I always remember when I started getting into an Army story or topic that I always told you to ask your dad about it. I am going to miss the countless hours of Call of Duty and 2k even though I sold my system. You were so understanding of it when I gave up the games for my little girl Vianny. Most of all, I am going to miss hearing your voice and seeing your face. But I know this is not the end. You are now free, and at peace. You aren't bound by the confines of your pain and you are free to laugh, fight, drink, dance, and play in ways you haven't thought of in years. You are now reunited with those who have gone before you. In the words of Ragnar, for a warrior's death. "It gladdens me to know that Odin prepares for a feast. Soon you shall be drinking ale from curved horns. This hero that comes into Valhalla does not lament his death! You shall not enter Odin's hall with fear. There you shall wait for your brothers to join you. And when they do, we will bask in their tales of triumph. The Aesir will welcome you! Your death comes without apology! And you welcome the Valkyries to summon you home!" You are home. And I can't wait to join you there. Please send some love down to us, especially during these next few weeks, brother. You are so very loved and deeply missed. Gone but, not forgotten. I love you, My Brother Until we meet again, Luke
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