Saturday morning I found my younger brother passed away on his couch.
He was just 62. 7 years younger than I.
He used to pester me to death when he was a little guy. "What are you doing? why? whats that do? how?"
I taught him how to ride and play guitar. He followed me into racing and when I got out of the Army we formed a rock band.
I never realized what a huge part of my life he was. I miss him terribly already.
God bless you little brother.