Early this past week, we unexpectedly lost my husband's younger brother. As you know, when this kind of thing happens, there is difficulty processing the event, and we stumble while trying to overcome the pure shock of it all.
This younger brother was my husband's last remaining sibling. Although he was several inches taller and quite a few pounds heavier, he was always his little brother . . . a somewhat ridiculous statement when you saw them side by side.
As we family members connect and reminisce, there has been love, laughter and lots of happy memories directed at the man we just lost. Lots of good stories have been shared which seem to have helped with the healing.
He was a good husband, father, grandfather and friend to a great many. He perfected the art of putting the positive spin on most everything in life. He laughed a lot, often at himself, and as my husband said, because of his kindness, generosity and natural outgoing friendliness, he never knew anyone who disliked him.
"Our family is getting so small," our daughter said quietly and sadly a day or so ago. Yes, and now her uncle's passing has left a big hole in it.
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