My brother Abraham Rivera died April 23rd. 2016. He was a good man, he suffered much. A handsome lad that served our country, honorably discharged. He was a successful businessman, He left a beautiful house & much more.He always had a smile and he always tried to serve other. He was a gay man ousted by others including his family. He was my Best friend, he loved God and loved his church. The pain he endured had a toll on his mental, physical and emotional health. His love for God was what helped him always. Psalm 23 was his favorite. When I went back home for his funeral I asked the deacon if he would accompany me upstairs where he past away, for a prayer he said yes. When I unlocked the door, the house upstairs smelled like Roses so intense that he was so amazed and in awe of the strong Rose sent that permeated his home. After he left I thanked God for his affirmation to me that I knew he was in his presence. The Deacon told the story and another deacon wrote 2 beautiful songs that they sang in his funeral. My siblings did not pay attention to this beautiful act and I still feel hurt by them. I ask for prayer for family. I know Mother Mary was there too.