I'd like to thank everyone who has stopped by and left comments concerning my family and let you know that your prayers are very much appreciated.
My mother is of course devastated as my brother was her baby. She was his greatest champion and spent her entire life worrying about his welfare. He was one of those free spirit kinda guys who never had a 9 to 5 and worked at trimming trees. Some years he spent traveling around in his motor home with his dogs. These are things that will cause a mother to worry and she did her fair share.
My sister is the one that has to hold everything together. Since I left that desolate little town in the desert 27 years ago she has taken on my role...that of the peacekeeper. It's been hard on her emotionally and physically, but she always manages to make the best of it.
Life is a funny thing, but death is no laughing matter. Even though our bodies give up our souls return to the Lord. I don't know what my brother's relationship was with the Lord, but I know that my Savior is Righteous and Just.
Oh, the little church in the picture above...it sits on the edge of the sand dunes just this side of the California border. It's in a little town called Felicity...a strange little town with bizarre folk. I think they're waiting for "the mother ship" to come take them away.