Thank you all so much. I'm at my big bro's right now, stupid driveway is too slick to get my truck back out and we're waiting for the sand guy to come. I was supposed to be taking my niece to breakfast. Maybe she'll accept a raincheck for tomorrow.

It's not quite real yet. I think the tough part will be the little things, like calling him on Sunday mornings to tell him all the silly little events of the week, or having coffee with him in the early mornings when I'd visit, going for rides in his 1960 Thunderbird, or just driving around on back roads in his pick-up. My brother and I were talking about it the other day and he feels the same way. And this is one case where I can honestly say I have no regrets and no unfinished business.

The song running through my head the past couple of days has been Dave Carter's "When I Go." When we have the memorial service that Ritch (my brother) and Sue (Dad's significant other) and I had planned originally in the summer, I plan on singing it for him.