With a heavy heart, I write this testimonial to my dear brothers, Ezekiel and Emanuel. They were more than just brothers to me; they were my best friends and confidants. They entered this world as twins, a rare gift that brought joy to everyone around them.
Their bond was unique, identical to the infinity symbol and 88. They entered this world together, and it was fitting that they left together on December 20, 2021, during a Gemini full moon. Although it was a battle lost to the pandemic, their spirits remained strong until the end.
I will never forget the way they smiled, the way they laughed, and the memories we shared together. They may be gone, but their legacy lives on. They will always be in our hearts, as 13 love Bey Bey Bros.
To anyone reading this, I want you to know that you were lucky if you ever had the privilege of meeting Ezekiel and Emanuel. They positively impacted everyone they met, and their love and kindness will never be forgotten.
Rest in peace, my dear brothers. You are deeply loved and missed.
Verse 1: Twins arrived, a gift so rare
My mother’s eyes filled with care
Reflections of the past, a new cycle begun
Born as twins, just like her mother’s own sonChorus: Rip Bey Bey Bros, it seems just like yesterday
But now you’ve left us, in a world so far away
The spirit moves on, born again as our own
Our love for you, forever will be knownVerse 2: Ezekiel and Emanuel, identical to the symbol
Infinity and the number 88, a bond so special
Together, you entered this world, a full moon on Gemini
Sadly, on December 20, 2021, you had to leave us, seeChorus: Rip Bey Bey Bros, it seems just like yesterday
But now you’ve left us, in a world so far away
The spirit moves on, born again as our own
Our love for you, forever will be knownPOEM
Verse 3: A battle with the pandemic, you both had to fight
But in the end, the forces that be, had won the fight
Texting and breathing, until the end you were strong
Left alone to suffer, but your spirits lived onChorus: Rip Bey Bey Bros, it seems just like yesterday
But now you’ve left us, in a world so far away
The spirit moves on, born again as our own
Our love for you, forever will be knownOutro: You’re not alone, your brother was by your side
And I’ll speak your truth, on your behalf with pride
In all our hearts, 13 love, Bey Bey Bros
Forever remembered, as the ones we love the most.
twins Daniel Simpson David simpson
“The Echoes of Two Souls: A Journey of Love, Loss, and Legacy”
The profound ache of losing my baby brothers is an emotion beyond expression. If not for my spirituality, I doubt I could have found the means to endure. I share these words with my followers to offer solace to my family, whose hearts are still reeling from the stroke that afflicted our mother—a tragedy compounded by the loss of her sons. Their passing has left an indelible mark on us all.
Speaking openly about this heartache has become a cathartic release for me. The dual agony of losing my brothers was profound, yet through the grace of the Elohim, I have maintained strength. As a leader, everyone looks to me for guidance, yet leaders too require an outlet for their own sorrows. I have borne this grief in silence, and it has taken me two years to pen this article, a testament to the depth of my pain and the incomprehensible manner of their departure.
The planet was besieged by a cunning disease they called COVID—an invisible predator that seemed selective in its targets. Masks were our shields, distance in queues our armor, and lockdowns our fortresses. My brothers adhered to all, yet the ‘safety’ promised proved to be the grandest of deceptions.
In the wake of their passing, we retrieved their phones, unveiling a heartrending exchange of final messages. “It’s not looking good, broski,” one wrote, and in turn, “You were the best brother in the world,” the other replied. They shared prayers, imploring each other simply to “just pray, bro.” This haunting dialogue between them unveiled a sobering truth—they knew their time had come.
My brothers were spiritual beings, kind-hearted and loving, beacons of light and walking miracles. To be born together and pass together is a rarity, a miracle in its own right. Yet, their loss feels akin to an unspeakable injustice, though I am compelled to accept the narrative that COVID claimed them.
The only solace I find is in the poetic nature of their journey. They emerged into this world together, encapsulated within the same egg, lived lives intertwined, and in the end, departed this realm side by side. “Rest in peace, my baby bros, and know that I love you from the bottom of my heart. 13 love.”
Denied hospital access until their final days, my brothers were ambulant and communicative upon admission for chest pains. However, the hospital’s narrative swiftly changed to one of struggle and emergency. A coma was suggested and, in turn, applied to one, with false promises of recovery that prompted the same for the other. Hope was shattered as they deteriorated rapidly post-treatment, succumbing not to illness, but to the experimental drugs that filled their veins. This is my truth, a bitter pill that may be difficult to swallow.
Please, reserve judgment. The pain of losing two souls in one day is incomprehensible to many, a source of quiet satisfaction for adversaries, yet a wellspring of motivation for me. The Most High grants me the strength to narrate this ordeal. While my brothers are not lost forever, merely from this realm, the void they leave behind is palpable and wrenching.
This truth I share is a fragment of my life, a slice of reality seldom disclosed. When you see me, know that the pain I carry is not worn as a badge, but harbored deep within my heart. The financial burdens that death imposes are profound and unquestioned—another sinister facet of our existence. Yet, through the generosity of friends and family, we managed to gather some relief, for which I am eternally grateful.
To those who have supported us, your kindness will never be forgotten. And if you find resonance in my words and feel moved to extend your support, I welcome it at my Buy Me a Coffee page here: Buy Me a Coffee.
Thank you for allowing me this space to share, to grieve, and to connect with you on the most human of levels.
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