My brother made me laugh and made me mad but he was my brother and He will always be in my heart. Whenever there was a sad or stressful situation he would ALWAYS make me laugh. One of many stories was when my dad and brother and myself went pheasant hunting. I shot the first pheasant but my brothers story was I could’ve at least waited until the pheasant got off the bushes. That was his story and he’s sticking to it. He would tell that story over and over again and I would love to hear him tell it again. Miss you brother
Mary
Sorry to read about your brothers passing in todays Monterey paper.
Gary Carlsen