I was not terribly close to my brothers on my Dad's side. They grew up and lived in another state, but I remember how excited I would be when my Dad or step-mom would call and tell me that 1 or all 4 of my brothers would be in town for a visit. I remember how they would sit in the back seat with me and serenade me songs, usually something to do with my name. But then one of the 4 was killed in a car accident and it seemed like the light had gone out of us. I grew older and they had their wives and kids to raise we grew apart. So today, I'm sad because my brother, who used to sing to me has died. I'm sad that we weren't closer. I'm sad that the 2 remaining brothers that I have on my Dads side are MIA. But I'm very thankful that I do have those earlier memories.
I love you Brother.