Brick, twenty plus years have passed us by since we were close childhood friends who were trying to figure out life, through a growing child's eye perspective. To this day, I still do not know, or never really thought about asking why "Brick" was the nickname that we knew Erick by. But the name fit Erick perfectly. A name that empowered all of Erick’s friends to have both a stronger sense of faith and strength in ourselves. I am thankful to GOD for allowing me the opportunity to speak with Brick last week in the hospital. When we spoke I told Brick how it is so strange for us not to feel old mentally, but our bodies (at times) tells us a totally different story by the aches and pains we have to endure. In fact (looking back) at some of my aches and pains, they might be attributed to playing with Brick as a child. We were always active as kids, playing football, basketball or baseball together. And when you played any of these sports with Brick, it would be best if Brick was on your team, or else you would be finding your self being tackled or fouled HARD by the Brickster. We lived each day after school for these comical yet painful moments. And when these moments would happened our other close friends who played with us (Hollingsworth, Patrick, Chris and Andrew to name a few) would find such humor in seeing a Brick casualty of sports slowly get up from off of the ground. I remember these moments like they happened yesterday for that was a golden memory period of my life growing up. I know Brick’s Mom (and my Mom too) probably hated to see us be at the age that we were back then. Yes we all had “street-light” curfews, but we all found ways to push these restrictions to the edge. For Brick and I we were just being adventurous and free-spirited two astrological traits of our shared Sagittarius birth month. Those were the times where we were just being ourselves and opening up to experiencing life that we had never seen before since we were getting older. I want to thank Brick’s Mom for letting Brick use her Black “K” car when Brick got to the age to drive. We would all hang out over Patrick's house until 11-12am at night (in the Summertime) and when the hang out session would end over there Brick and I would go riding around the city (for a few more hours), listening to beats on the radio or cassette deck in the “K” car and find ourselves talking about girls who we had our eyes on. I was shy (back then) and when I look back, Brick may have been a little shy too, since we did more talking about getting a girlfriend than about actually having one. These are shared times and feelings that I will always have and hold deep in my heart for you Brick. My deepest condolences go out to the entire Wiley Family. My faith in GOD comforts me in knowing GOD has us all covered and Brick is standing strong, safe and sound now by GOD’s side in spirit. Love, Jamill, my Mom, Brother and Sister.