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Sunday, February 25, 2018

In Loving Memory of my Brother

Dale with yours truly (far right) and our sister, back in happy times

A week ago today my dear brother, Dale, passed away at the much-too-young age of 59.  He was a kind and gentle soul who suffered from mental illness and the mental and physical ravages of the dozen-plus daily medications required to keep his illness under control.  Dale was robbed of a normal life so there will be no lengthy obituary extolling his accomplishments or recounting his life and career.  I can just tell you that although he never had much he would share his last dollar with a hungry stranger or give away his only winter coat to someone else who was cold.  I should be so lucky as to have the heart and character that Dale possessed. 

Rest in peace at last, big brother.  You will be sorely missed.