My brother passed away yesterday morning, after a nearly 21-month battle with lung cancer. He may have had cancer, but cancer never had him. Not until the end.

I never had anything but awe and admiration for this man. There was never a question he couldn’t answer or a problem he couldn’t solve, and I knew he would do anything for me. I had more respect for him than almost anyone else I’ve ever known.

He was very fond of my adult son, often describing him as “good folks.” Those are the best words I can think of to describe him.

I miss you, big brother. Please rest in peace.