Always with my deepest condolences that my brother Hamilton is gone. I just found out. Hamilton is actually my cousin’s cousin and although we always called him Cousin Ham or affectionately “Hambone ”but he was a brother to me. We lost contact with each other 18 to 20 years ago. I’d say that’s when I started my career as a helicopter an airplane pilot and there was no time for us to get together. We stopped talking to each other for I don’t know what reason, but I always remembered him from time to time And as of late I was thinking about him and just found out that he had passed. Well, when I was going was  the university of Arizona. Hamilton helped me out a lot. He would do my laundry come and clean my apartment when I was going through some rough times he was there for the shoulder to cry on. He was very uplifting. We had wonderful times together spent hours laughing listening to music just being crazy. He also introduced me to Buddhism and Asian and eastern religions which I love and practice. He was very spiritual and he was very good at hiding his pain. He would only let certain people which I was included. See it gonna miss you my brother really gonna miss you.I’m really sad that our friendship kind of dwindled and I hadn’t seen him in years. Nonetheless condolences to his wife and children and the rest of his family. I always remember you Hamilton especially when  used to come over in your beastie 1200 BMW motorcycle that you used to ride.

Well, I guess we both went through many changes for the bette,  peace, my brother journey on ………Namaste

You’re Cousin Johnny

                                                                                   The Tracks He Left Behind

Born beneath November skies, in forty-nine’s embrace, A soul of grit and gentle strength, with laughter on his face. He rode through life on rails and roads, with wind and metal song, A lover of the open air, where freedom made him strong.

He wore two uniforms with pride — the soldier’s and the railman’s coat, And through both paths, through grit and grace, He carried faith and hope afloat.

A Christian man who knew the weight of brokenness and healing’s climb, He reached for others lost like him, and gave his heart, his soul, his time. Through every trial, every scar, he found his peace in God’s embrace , And showed that mercy’s greatest gift is meeting pain with saving grace.

Two and a half years ago, love opened a door— A daughter found, a bond restored. The years apart could not erase the love that time had long ignored. She brought with her a family tree whose roots spread wide and strong, And Hamilton, with joyful tears, found where his heart belonged.

Then love, once more, would find his way— a bride who held his weathered hand. Together they built laughter’s home, on faith’s unshakable strand.

Sunday nights brought games and cheer, his laughter rolling through the air, Each card, each roll, each playful jest— a moment’s joy beyond compare.

To friends, a mentor. To family, light. To many, strength when days felt long. His kindness rolled like thunder soft— a steady, faithful, grace-filled song.

Though now he rides new rails of gold, beyond where mortal hands can see, The tracks he left will never fade— they’re carved in love, eternally.