My brother passed away today. He was 58 years old. Five years ago, he suffered a stroke, but he was able to regain his ability to walk (with the assistance of a walker) and drive. In the past year, he'd been suffering from terrible headaches and chest pains. A few weeks ago, he told my other brother and father that he was tired of hurting all the time.
This morning, he simply didn't wake up.
My sister asked me to write something for his obituary. Below is my contribution:
Kevin loved to make people laugh. He always had a new joke, or an old one that was even funnier when he told it again. He enjoyed spending time with his family, never forgetting a birthday or anniversary. His mother’s pumpkin pie was his favorite, and he received one from her on his birthday, Thanksgiving, Christmas, and any other day he could talk her into making one. Kevin loved his children, grandchildren, nieces, and nephews, always looking forward to their visits.
My brother, Kevin, was in a class by himself. Even in his suffering, he smiled and laughed.
Saint Marty will never forget him.