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Eighteen years ago a small oddity entered my life. He had big blue eyes and porcelain skin punctuated by a little dimpled chin. He was my new brother. I regarded him with only partial interest, at thirteen I was too old to play with him but not old enough to appreciate what a significant part of my life he would become.
Eighteen years later, there's no mistaking what he means to me. He is my best mate. I suppose Tudor Robb became a real person to me about 7 years ago, the first time I saw him perform on stage. He burst onto the scene and I was blown away. The kid had presense and plenty of talent. My chest burst with pride, and that pride has never wavered. He gets it. He's classy, respectful, honest and loyal. He'll make a hell of a husband one day, and a fine father to boot. But that is then and this is now. Now, I'm happy to call him my brother and friend.
Tomorrow he leaves for college, and his life, and ours will never be the same. I'll miss the cheerful greetings he gives from the balcony when I visit home, or the ten o'clock knock on my door for a brotherly chat. My parents will no doubt miss his daily acoustic concerts, the way he serenades them with song and laughter, the afternoon water polo games, and the constant bustle of energy that hovers about their baby boy. For thirty-three years my mom has had a child in the house, I imagine the last is the hardest to let go.
But the boy must become a man. So we bid you farewell, Tudor and pray that God will keep you in all his ways. We send a person of great character and charity out into a world that is often lacking both. God bless you little brother, no matter where you go, I'm right there with you!