My younger brother crossed over on the evening of June 4, 2018 leaving us behind. Hopefully his passing was without great pain as he was receiving palliative care in the hospital where the diagnosis was made. He had previously battled oral cancer and had struggled through giving up smoking only to take it up again when he was afraid of a later diagnosis yurning out to be that it would return. It did not, but it took him some time to quit again. He did do so, successfully. He had a successful marriage for 30 years despite problems with cancer and being a Vietnam veteran. He was delighted to finally be able to run his own coffee truck and to make a go of the business despite troubles holding jobs and relationships in the past. Our older brother, Billy, also died of cancer in the fall of 1953, two days before his twelfth birthday. Bob would have turned 70 next month. He will be missed by his wife, Dolly, his friends, and my family. His help in resettling my parents to Vermont and arranging for their eventual transition to the Vermont Veterans Home when they could no longer live independently was greatly appreciated. Almost eleven years ago my wife, Barbara and I moved to Eugene and we visited Bob and Dolly fairly often on a yearly basis until it became too unpleasant to fly cross-country. Bob was happy living in rural Vermont where the pace of life was less frantic. I am grateful for the time we had together, the meals we enjoyed together, and the pinochle games we played when we lived closer. And life goes on... Grateful that he got to realize his dream.
Tuesday June 12, 2018 at 8:59 pm