Friends,

The Good Lord has allowed me to forgive myself after 37 long years of being angry at myself because of getting into a fight with my beloved older brother, the last time I saw him alive. There was no reason to believe he would die, he was 38, and in good health, but with no warning he died on January 24, 1974. We had made up by writing, but because we lived at a distance from each other, I never got to hug him, and tell him how much I loved him. Now I bug all my friends by always telling them I love them.

Best wishes to all of you for healing and peace during this wonderful Christmas season,

EJ