Life was and then ceased to exist not once, but twice. It is what it is...I am and always will be my brothers keeper - I just did not plan on him leaving so soon. I have always been a big brother, protector to my brother and others, even as a kid - I used to think I wish this or that, but as I grow, I wouldn't change a thing about who I am - those experiences were the best times of my life and the greatest bond I shared, yet it is the greatest sadness I know as well. I was the kid that most JW parents would say why can't you be more like "me", for some reason I was always a leader. They still talk about me to this day, funny how the guilt they lay on my mom, little sister and brother - somehow never comes to mind the handful of times I have come back over the years. I wonder why? Feel free to e-mail: [email protected]