When my disabled daughter died I had difficulty because it seemed that people did not see the value that her life had. Quite by accident today I learned of the value my brother's life had. He was generous with whatever he had. He was kind to my baby sister's children. They needed all of that they could find. He was kind to my sisters whenever he could be. He was disturbed and held back by his illness but he was able to leave a footprint of love and good deeds in a piece of the greater print. No, no black and white here but he had a heart of caring and of giving. He knew of love, of giving. He knew great fear and pain. He knew the demons in his mind up close and he knew physical pain as his limbs rotted and he believed the pain to be the bad people of his mind trying to get to him.

He tried to fight the evil. He tried to love and leave it behind and he did pretty darned well considering it all.

Thanks for caring.