my younger brother died, in the middle of the night, in the middle of the week. was a beautiful clear sky, with a full moon.
two loved ones gone, and a fire, in the last three weeks; i just want to hide under the covers for a while, but life goes on…
here’s an old pic of my brother with my better half, on the tarmac at LAX, both airplane nerds. good times.
he was the touchstone of our childhood; had a memory for all the tiny details, and i can only remember things here and there, so i guess that’s all i have left.
he was a navy helicopter pilot, and an fbi agent, but his proudest accomplishment was as a loving father to two kids, who have faced adversity together, and made a name for themselves in spite of it, and we will all miss him terribly.
life sucks sometimes.
