My brother, Harold
Thursday, November 13, 2008
Not many people have had the privilege of living 83 years with an exceptional big brother. Although we were separated in age by 17 years, the feelings of pride and security were very strong. When the family gathered last year to celebrate his 100th birthday with three days of gatherings, honors for Harold, and fun for us all, I thought that I would not return to Washington, D.C. if he died before I did. I knew he enjoyed every minute of our time together then. That was more important than attending a funeral.