I have learned in the last week that the loss of a brother or sister starts a tolling in the heart. I am not ready to be the "older generation". I don't want to hear a doctor say "we will manage..." instead of "we will fix...". My brother's death was a good death as far as finality goes. He did not suffer a lingering decline. His cancer roared up and overcame him. Now I am working on my three minutes at his life celebration next Saturday. How do you condense a lifetime of love and caring into three minutes? Some of you know because you have been there. Soon I will know and be ready to help others.