Back from a long five days in Pennsylvania at my brother’s service and visiting with family. Difficult for a couple of reasons. When you have a complicated history with a sibling, some might imagine it’s easy to see that sibling off. It’s anything but. I loved my brother. We shared so many good times, and although we were born many years apart, we shared a history. The difficulties we encountered don’t take away from the love, and that makes it complicated, esp. for family who knew what we went through. Friends have been the most understanding, and for that I’m grateful. My brother was cremated. The box on the table is my brother. The cemetary you see here is in Lansdale, PA, where my mother and the relatives are buried.