I debated a lot about whether or not to include this day in my blog feed, but ultimately came to the decision that this was a day that has had a most significant affect on my life and so here I am.
We'd arrived in Florence, Oregon the night before and spent a great day visiting the beach. We were inching our way home and making plans to meet up with my family for dinner on my sister's property.
My sister called early in the morning to tell us that brother was in the hospital. He'd fallen and suffered a mid-line shift and subdural hematoma. She put the phone up to his ear and let me talk to him, but he never regained consciousness and soon he was gone.
Next came the long ride home—and the beginning of the long ride of life without him.
I love you brother and I'll miss you forever.