My Brothers Death

Tony you were my youngest brother and I will truly miss you my friend my heart is broken with your loss and I love you with all my heart “I am sorry I meet you on the other side, From the depths of my heart, come the words of a brother,
where our souls and our minds, are like that of no other.
The spirit of competition, will always be there,
in the look of our eyes, and the glance of our stare.
Protecting each other, is always a must,
good times or bad times, never losing that trust.
Like a vision of Indians, riding across desert sand,
or the heart of a Raider, when he conquers new land.
We never lacked courage, or showed too much pride,
with no thoughts of guilt, or feelings put to the side.
It's important to strive forward, and not live through regret,
but to savor the memories, and to never forget.
To be such close companions, always made me so proud,
never scared to express feelings, our emotions speak loud.
Whether it's heaven or on earth, our souls are always together,
we share that sacred bond, knowing that brothers last forever.

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/AAnthony A. Nagel Sr. age 50 passed away unexpectedly July 6, 2019.

Born in Bradenton , Fla September 6, 1968 the son of Larry L. And Ruth J. (Luke) Nagel.

Besides his parents Tony is survived by a son; Anthony A. Nagel Jr. of Fredonia two daughters; Kaitlyn (Juan) Baez of Fredonia and Chandra Nagel of South Dayton, grandchildren; Isiah, Emma and Javiel three brothers; Joseph (Susan) Barber of Ca., Jeffrey (Patricia Graesser) Barber of Springville and Timothy (Amy Connelly) Barber also of

Springville along with several nieces and nephews.

Friends may call from 3-5 p.m. Friday July 12 th at the SCHINDLER FUNERAL HOME 44 Center St. Gowanda. A Service to close calling hours to take place at 5 p.m. with Pastor David Gabel officiating

My family has lost our youngest brother Tony was my baby brother a smart and beautiful and unique individual “Everyone must leave something behind when he dies, my grandfather said. A child or a book or a painting or a house or a wall built or a pair of shoes made. Or a garden planted. Something your hand touched some way so your soul has somewhere to go when you die, and when people look at that tree or that flower you planted, you're there.

It doesn't matter what you do, he said, so long as you change something from the way it was before you touched it into something that's like you after you take your hands away. The difference between the man who just cuts lawns and a real gardener is in the touching, he said. The lawn-cutter might just as well not have been there at all; the gardener will be there a lifetime.” “If we listened to our intellect we'd never have a love affair. We'd never have a friendship. We'd never go in business because we'd be cynical: "It's gonna go wrong." Or "She's going to hurt me." Or,"I've had a couple of bad love affairs, so therefore . . ." Well, that's nonsense. You're going to miss life. You've got to jump off the cliff all the time and build your wings on the way down.”
“We need not to be let alone. We need to be really bothered once in a while. How long is it since you were really bothered? About something important, about something real?” and you did just that we will meet on the other side and then we will both be free

Love your brother Joseph