It's been 8 years since my big brother John passed away. I still miss him dearly. Even now when I get a call in the early morning hours a sense of dread comes to the surface, as I remember that morning. Even when my father passed, and I expected the call, I still had that dread. His death was very hard on me, and officiating his funeral was one of the most difficult things I have ever done. In a very real and tangible way, his death changed the very course of my life, made me a better person, and gave me the life I have today.
But today is not about mourning. Today is about remembrance. To those of you that knew him, raise a bottle of Corona in his honor, and tell stories about him to others. Because that's how we remember people. We keep them alive in our memories, and we share stories as we share life.
I love you John, you were a good brother. You are gone from this place but you are not forgotten. You are still in our hearts.
I love you John, you were a good brother. You are gone from this place but you are not forgotten. You are still in our hearts.