Alexander Evans Almonte. Who is he? He is my bestfriend, my secrets keeper, my shoulder to cry on, my cuddlebuddy.
Alexander died March 5, 2012, at 2:02 p.m after a coughing fit from the tuberculosis prevented him from breathing. After a lot of blood, he fell asleep. His heart and lungs failed on him half an hour later.
Alex, you were only 16 years old. Barely had the chance to do anything you wanted.. You were everybody's friend. You were honest and trustworthy. As a child you were abused mentally, physically, sexually, and verbally. But you grew to be someone that made everyone else smile no matter what. No words could even begin to describe you, darling. You're beautiful in every way, and though you're gone too soon, you'll always be missed and never forgotten. You had artistic skills, and you could read people easier than a book.
You were an honor student, an amazing musician, and a dedicated friend. No matter what, you're there for everyone. I know you were in Florida for so long before you finally moved back to Boston, where you promised us a lot of memories, old age, and fun. You promises us we'd live life to the fullest. But now you're gone, love, and I don't think we know how to go on.
So while you're up there flying with unicorns and eating cookies and cream ice cream, send us signs to let is know you're happy. We love you and it's all we've ever wanted for you, to never suffer. You told me
"how can I not suffer when it's all I've ever done?" and you were right. But I'm glad we took a walk in the park a week before you passed. Because you were free to do and say what you wanted. I love you, we all do, so much.
Be safe Xanderbear. Love always, Nelly, Halley, and friends. <3 :')