I don't want to dwell on the past year and a half. I just want to remember Hilton and how strong, brave and always in good spirits he was. He made us all strong. He never gave up the fight, but unfortunately lost the battle. He was a good son and it was such a pleasure to watch him grow up and see all his accomplishments. I miss him and will always love him. Love, Mom
Daddy didn't have to be my Dad. He loved me so much even though I wasn't his "real" daughter. No little girl could ever have asked for a better father. Just thinking about his smile brightens my day.
Cancer sucks. I miss you dad.
I have many, many, MANY happy memories of my dear brother. He inspired me to be a better person and to see things always in a positive light. I will miss our e-mails, texts and conversations. He is deeply missed and not a day goes by that I don't have positive memories flooding back to me. He was and will remain the best older brother anyone could ever have had or will have!!
I'll never forget the say that I went with Adam to pick his dad up from the hospital, when Baba came outside, that was the happiest i've ever seen anyone before. He had every reason in the world to be sad, but he came out of the hospital with the brightest gleam in his eyes. He put his arms out and acted like he was flying. I can't get over how happy he was. Whenever i'm upset about anything i just think back to how happy he was for the simple reason that he was outside. He knew that life is too precious to be upset. And that has stuck with me ever since.
One long memory of his love has touched me. I was always close to him, more than any usual teenage kid to his father. He always put us before him. Many memories of that sort. Love you Baba!