sad, sad day...

Late Saturday night my brother suffered a massive heart attack. And being my brother (the man who hates doctors and hospitals) waited and waited before he went in. He died approx 45 minutes later.

He was 55 years old. I thought my dad died young at 62... but 55 that is too young for me. The hardest thing I had to do was to tell my mom her son (her only son, her first born) had passed away.

Gone, but not forgotten. Love you brother.