I have four brothers and the oldest has always been my favorite. He was a Marine in Vietnam. He was so young when he went...just 19 years old. He came back quite changed. He married and had two babies die of crib death. Two! I think it was because of his exposure to Agent Orange in Vietnam as many returning vets had problems with their offspring. (We had no history of this in our family and had many healthy babies born and raised.) He and his wife divorced - talk about grief...it tore them apart. But they remain friends...and are friends even now as they live in the same town. Some people let grief change them for the worse...but for my brother the opposite is true. He is the kindest, most generous, sensitive soul. And he is quite funny, and very accepting of everyone. He still has the discipline and strength of a soldier...but the soul of a saint. He spends most of his time hiking in the forests along the coast in the Northwest. He is truly a testament to the truth that..whatever life hands us...we still make our own path. He chose the high road...early on...when he returned from war. And he has never wavered.