God Bless. It's my fault. I have been busy with a General Dynamics [Nuke Submarine] problem, wife redesigned house from sub-floor up, oldest daughter moved back in for third time to save money with her sheppard/husky shedding luvball, yada...
This evening, I've just had time to think of my brother, Glenn, that I lost the day before my birthday in 1999. He saved lives and I took them and he was the better man by a country mile. I've always been angry that I never told him that I loved him before I lost him. I'm the youngest and he treated me like the tag-a-ling fart while he started getting into girls and I resented the loss of his instruction. Again, my fault. Too many ounces of Eagle Rare Single Barrel, sir. My fault. God how I miss him and him seeing my grown kids.
Only time I saw my father cry, not even while burying our mother.