My tribute to my little brother and my best friend, Edwin Wilson, this tribute is long overdue. I have wanted to write something about Edwin for years, but the memories were just too painful. But today it brings me much joy, to share with everyone the great memories we made together. I often think about his charismatic nature, and realize that his spirit lives in me, and everyone that he loved, and all who loved him. Sometimes is still hard to believe that he is gone, even twenty years later. If my brother could here this speech today he would say what a paragon she has become, she has followed in my footprints after all. When I think about why I picked my brother Edward Lewis Woodel to do a tribute about, I often think about all the great times we had growing up. Edwin was born on September 04, 1962, he was the fourth child of David and Jenny Wilson and boy where they proud. At this time my parents had two children, my brother Bob and myself. Our first brother Joseph had died a year prior to my birth from infant heart disease. So we often we heard my parents talk about having another baby, well here he was and we were all very happy. My brother Bob, and I watched over him from the start, and we became his protector. One of my greatest memories about Edwin was he really loved people, and boy did he love to make people laugh. We were always joking around, and having fun all the time. Edwin was so quick witted, and had a great sense of humor, finding something funny in the most random things. He was always acting silly, singing songs, and repeating phases from his favorite cartoons. By the age of 6 years old, Edwin got his first nickname, our family name for him was “little boot camp”; he had a buzz haircut, work boots, and an army jacket. He loved to be on the go, going to visit the elderly ladies in our neighborhood helping them with different household chores. He would say to my mom even at that age, I have to help them mom they need me,...
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