| The holidays are different now that I'm older. My brother Brad died five years ago this week. His death affected me more than I could ever write here. A year and a half earlier my sister Debbie succumbed to a brain tumor. Her death was tragic but after all her suffering there was comfort in it. My brother had surgery for colon cancer and while recovering died of a heart attack. Both my sister and my brother were forty-eight when they died. I'm forty-eight now. Normally this time of year is the busiest and I work very long hours. It gets dark early, is cold and few people are out. There is very little to distract me from my thoughts. It is this time of year that I think about those that have passed. My brother and I were polar opposites, my sister and I understood each other. I miss them both terribly. ![]() Debbie and Brad circa 1953 |