Roswell Apollo Bly
August 20, 1990 - May 21, 2018Age 28
"I really don't know what to say right now. Ross was my little brother. Someone who followed me around all day, and bothered me, well into our twenties. But even when he messed up and ended up in jail, he was at the back of my mind, being some sort of a nuisance. Annoying me, because I felt guilty for not visiting him, or some shit. I don't know.
I probably didn't do enough for the little bastard. Or with him. I definitely didn't give him the brother that he might have liked out of the world, but I don't even know how I would have done that.
Ross was always so attached, like a little leach, if he thought you were his person, you sure knew it, and there was really no shaking him. I think he liked to pretend to be unaffected by everything, but at the end of the day, I think he was just desperate to be loved. And I definitely didn't do that. So, I'm sorry. I know that doesn't mean shit now, but I am."
- Taylor Bly, brother