This is the post that my Aunt Dee did about my Dad. I remember her saying it hurt so bad, that she couldn't cry. All I did was cry! When I think of him now, I cry, so to be honest, I try not to think about it or talk about it. I don't know how I would have gotten through his death, had it not been for my life partner. He has been there for me 24/7, and he's the best.
Half brother to him, meant "Half"....
His Dad died in World War II, he never remembered him.
He was my mom's firstborn, and my Dad loved him, I think best..
He adopted him when he was 3,
Dad having been a veteran of World War II himself
Wanting him to truly feel loved,
But my brother just kept thinking about,
How different he was from us...he wasn't
He was so much like us, only more talented...
He could play the piano, guitar, harmonica....make them sing...
Sang beautifully too....good enough for records...
He built airplanes,...loved his work...
Was the father of eight, four sons, four daughters, his youngest son, gay..
Had a hard time accepting that....finally he did, two yrs. before his death.
Been gone now for two years...Congenital Heart Defect like me...
Haven't told mom...she has Alzheimers...we think she knows..
Later that morning, we went to see her, she was crying and kept saying...
I couldn't save him, I tried...but I couldn't save him...
I love you dear brother, and oh how I miss you..................
