It’s been said we’re all just one phone call from our knees. That call for me came on Wednesday, April 29. My brother Karl died in his sleep. He was 65 and just retired from the airlines on November 30. He had circled the globe over a hundred times and flown to six of seven continents during his career.
Not long ago he texted me a photo of the sun coming up over the Great Pyramids. Such adventures on the other side of the world. It seems so unreal for him to have slipped peacefully away from us in his own bed at home where he was the happiest. We are all devastated at the hole it leaves in our lives.
The outpouring of condolences and the fond memories of him we are hearing reminds me that we are all creating our legacy one day at a time. Read more.