My brother really was a good person.  After an unruly childhood he became a decent, very hard working and unassuming man and a devoted husband and father.  I am the eldest, he's the second of six and has three children himself.  One of them got in his teenage years an irreversible disease that destroys his joints. 

When he was fifty my brother suddenly got very ill.  A deep fatigue that he didn't want to show until he couldn't hide it anymore.  Leukemia, the doctor said.  This was the start of a slow showdown that lasted for two years and ended with his death. 

During that period I was very close to him and the unbreakable bond that ties brothers was very intense.  I was there when he finally was defeated.  I cannot think of him without being moved.

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Feb 28, 2010