Deep down I knew that the call was not good news. I also knew that one day I would receive that call.  You see, that call was to inform me that my kid brother
had passed away at 46.  He was the last brother I had and the second one to leave
us too soon. Our oldest brother died at 29 in 1990  when our lives changed forever.  After our mother died a few years back I explained that I would always be there when he needed me, and he should call me first if he ever needed anything. I told him I shouldn't be his last hope phone call. So why he never reached out to me to ask for help during these rough times we're experiencing is causing me alot of heartache.  I wouldn't have been able to help him out of any
financial trouble like I've done in the past. Because of my layoff in May of 2020 due to covid,  money has been tight. But I would have given him a place to stay, hot meals and clean clothes until he was able to regroup and move on with his life.
So finding out he was living and died in a tent has left me completely heart broken. Why couldn't he ask me for help ?  So here I sit at 4am troubled by the days events and not sure how to move forward. What I am sure about is that I need help. So I'm following my own advice and asking for it. Please help me in anyway possible to get my little brother Chris "Sunny" Moon a proper burial or 
cremation. Any and all helped would be greatly appreciated. 
Thank you,
                           Mark