Translation
Goodbye, Bro, I hope to see you again someday.
Altough in the past we get angry and said that I hated you, now I could give anything just to talk to you again.
You left behind your dreams of singing, your family, friends and an emptiness in everyone, but your memory will remain.
We all miss you and I want to tell you that, for everyone tou were always a strong fighter. So strong that Death itself could only overcome you with two illnes.

R.I.P.

A few words for my young bro, from whom I could not say goodbye.It was so hard to find the right words, so I just wrote what I want to tell. A loss hurts, but hurts more when the hope encourages you and lifts the spirit with phrases like "he is getting better" or "he will be cured" it only serves to make even more worse the fall.
Cancer was unable to kill you alone, you would have been able to win, but then there was that other illnes, the one that kill you.
I know I am not a good artistv and this image does not serve for a decent homage, but I felt that I ought to do it, no matter how good or bad were the image at the end.
Dedicated to you fondly.