One " Starry Night " there was a cosmic shift occurring right here in Rochester,New York. We all have knowledge that in order to experience the treasure's of Mother Earth we must go through the motions of what man-kind has come to know as " Night and Day ". So then its a must for me to explain the events that led up to this notorious evening. By the way the date is July 9th , just to make sure we are all on the same page. Let me elude you to the fact if you ," If you don't know- Now you know " ( versus from The Notorieus B.I.G ), my mother worked the day shift, and I ( "My Brother's Keeper " ) worked the Night Shift. Everything happens for a reason. A Lesson learned from my mother, and re-affirmed by my Lord Jesus Christ. As mentioned in the Life Story, "Once upon a Time"..Anthony Tyrone Wilmer had many tricks up his sleeve, and ways of doing things his way. On route to his new home on July 9th...he did just that. He had it his way. For you see my brother was no average Joe. My mother and I came to his bedside on this particular day, and it was just different than most days. For one the infamous zipper tidied everything that wasn't glued down ( lol )the night before. Not to mention the fact it seemed like every ray of sun that could possibly fit in his room was present. But it wasn't just the physicality of it all, but the aura the room gave off. It was one of the most relaxing visits that we had since his admittance on April 3rd 2013. We ordered his lunch ( turkey club sand-which, pickles, strawberry, and of course lime jello )...And you guessed right we assisted him in eating it. For you see he may have stopped eating physical food on the 6th of July. While we digested the fruits of labor provided by Mother Earth...God was providing nourishment to his soul from the faith instilled within him. Well it was a beautiful day, inside and out. With our bellies full and our hearts content...we began to pack our belongings so that we could make our usual journey to our homes. BUT......We did things differently that evening. Instead of asking him what channel he wanted it on we just placed it on what we knew he would like if he had the strength to keep his eyes open. Some might think it is a sad moment because my big boy kept his eyes closed more so than open most days. But I didn't see it like that because I felt like he was preparing himself for the most beautiful dreams of all dreams. Much like the movie "What Dreams May Come". Instead of placing the volume on low, I chose to hit the mute button. And from that point I walked over to the radio ( that he had my mother buy ) so that I could play a spiritual CD that I shared with him in the past in order to cleanse his soul of harmful toxins (whether spiritual or physical). Whilst my mother and I sat in the room to enjoy our day spent with my brother, we turned the radio off so that his ears were filled with our laughter and kindness towards one another. However earlier in the day April ( Zipper ) played the CD and put it on repeat. It was almost as if she sensed he needed to be surrounded with a constant state of serenity. His room was filled with a calmness that usually doesn't occur when music is played at such a volume. With the television on mute (A&E Storage Wars), I informed my mother that I had turned the Cd back on because I wanted him to have sweet dreams to the angelic music pumping through the speakers. My mother then gave him the usual " Motherly hug ",except this time her hug had an extra dose of TLC. Then it was my turn to lean in and kiss him goodnight, and Say " I love You Big Bro, and then I would say in a deep voice, " I love You too Lil-Sis " ( I began speaking for him because I knew it was hard for him to get the words out, and it became our little ritual). As mentioned this night was different. Instead of just giving him a hug and a kiss, I chose to lay my head on his heart and I can recall embracing him in that position for at least an entire minute. It was a good day. Actually I can honestly say it was a great day. I returned home feeling refreshed but yet compelled to take a nap. Its almost as if Big Boy and I were on the same sleep pattern that day. The only difference was I woke up to the phone ringing, and it was my mother informing me of his passing. My brother may not have woken up in his physical body of the flesh, BUT his spirit was awakened and adorned the " Starry Night " being the biggest brightest star of them all. May You R.I.P, Big Boy.