I was at my Dad's garage tonight trying to fix his car and while I was opening the fuse box, I look on the other side of the hood and there was my brother Dave staring at me just like the last time we fixed Dad's car. I was in that thought when I heard the phone rang upstairs and I told myself "He's gone." I was right, it was my sister informing us that Dave passed away.
I feel so bad for my Dad because Dave is the second child that he lost after my brother Harold died. I can feel his pain. He told me that he won't be able to sleep a wink tonight. My brother's life lasted for five months after he was diagnosed with cancer. The surgery and the chemo did not help him at all.
Below are some of the photos during the 4th of July last year. He was still with us and we never have thought that he has the deadly disease.