Mike DelGaudio

So my brother Anthony passed away very recently.

I loved him.

A lot.

We hadn't seen each other in, what, three, four years?

But hundreds of miles separated us.

It wasn't an easy task for us to get together.

Hindsight is such a fucking bitch, isn't it?

Wish we'd talked more.

Wish we'd chatted online throughout the pandemic or something.

Anything, really.

We weren't conjoined at the hip like some, but we grew up together.

Learned a lot of lessons together.

Even as half-brother and half-sister, I'd argue we were closer than the majority of siblings.

The whole reason I even bring this up is because the details of his death and his slow departure from public life were so strange.

I recently had to head to the Pacific Northwest to help go through a few things he had.

He lived super minimalist up to the day he died, so it wasn't a difficult process.

But I ended up with his journal, and it's insane.

He wrote maniacally about some show he'd been watching that I can't seem to find any details on.

I guess it originated from YouTube based on the things he stated, yet there's no trace of it.

I don't understand what any of this means.