My brother Joe died a couple of weeks ago in San Pedro, California.

Attentive readers will recall that my other brother, Stan, died last year in Florida.

Very attentive readers will realize that I’ve got no brothers left, so we won’t have any more posts like this one. At least not for brothers.

I delivered Joe’s eulogy, and there are lovely posts about him on Facebook, so I thought I’d mention something else that I’ve been thinking about: I’m the last one one left of my family. All those memories of our childhood lives — they’re just mine now. No one to share them with — not that we spent much time reminiscing, I guess. Maybe we should have. Anyway, that opportunity is gone forever.

I miss them both.