By Alex Blackwell
Sometimes being a brother is even better than being a superhero. – Marc Brown
My brother, Eric, died on Sunday, October 9. At the age of 51, he was taken too soon, and without notice. After several days of planning, I traveled to California to celebrate his life and to say goodbye.
My brother’s death may not make sense, but his life certainly did. Eric was a kind, generous man. No matter the circumstance, he would always choose to see the good in everyone. And no matter what, he saw the world as a good place to be.
Just two years apart, my brother and I were close. He called me Mouse because I was frail as a baby. But I think the real reason Eric called me Mouse was to make sure I remembered he was the older brother.
I tried to keep our connection... More...
