Aftermath.

That's the best way I can put it after yet another family member does....aftermath. So much to do. So much to sort out....so much to not argue over. So much to mourn. So much sadness. For me, in all of this, is a beacon of light - my little brother. The most upstanding of all people I could ever imagine. A good heart. A love for all. A sound mind. A good fucking kid. The best I could ever imagine. I have not enough positive words to describe him except for the fact that if you're lucky enough to know him, you're lucky enough. A gem of gems. He kept my dad alive and comfortable for so long. He worked hard. He did what he didn't think he could do...and I couldn't be more proud to say that he is my brother. For the tumultuous , horrific past 6 mos we both have had....he held it down like a damn soldier. He is my personal hero and I love him. When the aftermath has settled you see who's there....and there he is. I love you, Little Man...although you aren't so little anymore. You have my deepest love, respect and admiration.