It is now a colder, more surreal world without you in it. Your passing is a wound to the spirit so deep.
I always held out for hope that you find that spark and miracle that would see you through and past your most profound struggle over the past several months. The menace of so many ultimately cheated you of the long and fullest life that you deserved.
If there is an afterlife, I hope that you were heartily welcomed into that realm, free of pain and burden, by your late father, Harold.
There were so many experiences and laughs to share. Fun recreative plans and road trips yet to be fulfilled. I lament the opportunities lost in times past, due to the demands of busy lives. Time past too quickly as well.
There are so many fond memories, and I will drift through them time and again to keep memories of you fresh in mind.
Thank you, my Brother, for your part in adding colour, joy and substance to my world. You will be forever missed, never forgotten, and always embraced in spirit.
For quite a time now, I will rely on an adage that hopefully brings me strength, as it has for all those generally who have come before me. May these words be of inspiration to others sharing this Memorial:
" I am hurt, but I am not slain.
I will lay me down and bleed a-while,
and then I will rise,
and I will fight, again. "
