Siblings

My brother died yesterday. It wasn't a shock as we all knew he didn't have much time left. He had cancer. But it really hurts. He was my only sibling, and the one person to whom I could talk about the "old times" in our family and all the experiences we had together. He was very intelligent and knowledgeable about world affairs - much more than I. I could ask him anything and he'd always have an answer. He was a musician and music was always a part of his life. He had a great sense of humor, and we'd talk on the phone using words we wouldn't use in "polite" society. We talked nearly every day by phone as we lived in different towns. I looked forward to his calls and am going to miss them terribly.

I know we get ready for death from the minute we are born - it's inevitable for everyone. But when it actually happens we never seem to be prepared for it. I won't say he's in a better place now because I think a better place would be right here with his family. But I know he is now in peace.