There were two deaths on November 2, 1995, in Paterson, New Jersey. The death of my seven-year old brother due to a form of cancer called Glioblastoma (malignant brain tumor). I was nine-years old at the time of his untimely passing. I was a nine-year old with an impressionable mind that was fragile. I was a nine year old who had to face the abandonment of his father. I was a nine-year-old living in a single parent household with my mom who I looked at as my mom and dad. I was a nine-year old who had a helluva life that left me bitter and resentful. No one saw this coming, not even me. He Was...