After a long, hard last few years, my big brother, Jimmy, has died. There are more memories than photos. He took me to my first Broadway show, My Fair Lady, the 1964 World's Fair, I was in his first wedding (with my head held up high), his house was my hideaway when I was a frustrated teen, his wife, Katie, taught me to sew (there wouldn't be all those bears without her), his daughters, Kerry & Colleen, light up my life, he loved his garden, his dog Lucy, and his grandsons, Tyler & Mikey, taught me how to tell if an orange was good, danced like nobody was watching at my wedding and the best memory of all is the last time we were together on the boardwalk in Long Beach. May he rest in peace.