ABSTRACT

Dear Ken, I want to share with you the events of the weekend of March 8, 2002 and

how my life changed so suddenly. The phone rang about 10:00 A.M. that Friday morning. It was your son saying something rather incoherent about his dad, something about the doctors saying the family should come and that something terrible had happened. My brain could not wrap around the fact that his dad was you, my brother, my only sibling. I thought he was talking about one of his grandfathers but that could not be because both had died in 1995. My mind could not accept that he was really talking about you, my big brother, five and a half years older than I. But it was you and you were lying in a hospital 100 miles away from me near your home and were on life support.