Good thread. Great story. I was holding my brother's hand when he died. He was 44 yrs old so he lived some life and some would say he lived it fairly fast. He was a veteran. About 10 yrs after he died a boy called me asking to speak to "Brad". He was Kevin to me but I knew it was someone he met after he changed high schools. This "boy" had been in the army with Kevin and wanted to express his gratitude for my brother's guidance, friendship and help back then. I had to tell him Kevin was gone. Still miss my little brother.