6 years ago my brother Jacob died; he was almost 20 years old. Early that morning, I got a phone call from my Uncle Kevin who softly gave me the hard news. Kevin was always a hero to me for making those calls.
The glass through which I saw life cracked and shattered. And a river of thoughts and emotions flooded my little room of perception.
As I went through video footage and photos I tried to put together a memorial video of some of my brother's life. This was one little clip from footage that my Aunt June shot when we visited their place in Arizona one summer.