My Big Brother

My big brother passed away early this morning from a massive stroke. I can't believe that I will never see him again.

He is survived by his wife, five step-children, our parents, brother and assorted dogs, cats, a squirrel and large reptile things. He loved air planes, Porches and travel. He served in the Air Force, was an L.A.P.D. officer and later a flight engineer.

Diabetes robbed him of his sight a few years ago. He was still tall and handsome, though, and managed to meet and marry an angel, despite his blindness. I will always be grateful to his lovely wife for taking caring of him these past difficult years.

Recently, he had become dependent upon dialysis to keep him alive. His health was steadily getting worse. On top of everything else, my brother had just been diagnosed with a tumor requiring major surgery. The stroke occurred first and was perhaps a blessing. He didn't suffer. As a nurse, I've seen some bad, agonizing deaths. My brother was fortunate. He slipped into a coma and peacefully passed away.

My sweet Golden Retriever, Kelsey, who died a few months ago, was crazy about my brother. I imagine Kelsey greeting my brother with sloppy, wet kisses and leading him to a better place. Please let it be so.