Yesterday morning I was awakened with a phone call from my sister-in-law. My baby brother, Jamie, had been killed in a car crash. How can I explain the depth of my sadness? I am 12 years older than he and growing up he was like my little baby. Where I went, he went. I would hold him in my arms and dance for hours, then when he was a little older, he would stand on my feet and we would dance and laugh the time away. I pray he has found peace now, as his last years have been painful - for him and his family. He was a kind, loving, giving human being, who loved life. He has two beautiful, wonderful sons, Steven and Justin. They will have to live their lives without their father. He was 51. Justin is 28, Steven, 18.
I will see him again one day and he will stand on my feet and we will dance.