I lost my baby brother early this morning to that ugly monster cancer. He has put up a brave fight since he was diagnosed in late April. He did his chemo, radiation, had most of his stomach and esophagus removed but that monster still invaded the liver and lungs. I was twelve when he was born so he sometimes felt more like my child than my brother. He would have been 59 in March I will miss he so much he was such a good, gentle man who loved his garden and cooking for his family.
This is a photo of him and me when I went home for my Mother's funeral. Rest now dear brother.