…………………….This is my brother John and me in front of our house on Long Island………..I would guess, since there are never any dates on the pictures, that I was about 5 or 6 years old which would make John about 10 or 11. He was the middle child with my brother Mauro being the oldest. There is an age gap, because my parents had another child between John and me. The baby was a girl who was full term, but was still born. They named her Grace………My parents waited a while before deciding to have another child. Then I was born on July 23, 1948…..I would be the last…..the baby……Growing up John and I shared a bedroom until he went to college….He was a great dresser and had terrific taste. When he would leave early in the morning for baseball or basketball practice before school started, I would “borrow” his sweaters without his permission, and wear them to school…..He was a senior in High School and I was a freshman, and we were on opposite sides of the school so I was never worried he would see me….When I got home, well before him, I would neatly fold them the way he had them, and put them away…..He never knew……,He had a girlfriend when he was 13 years old and she was 14, so I rarely saw him. He was always at her house or was practicing one of the many sports he was involved in…..a true jock….He would come home for dinner, and then back to her house around the corner….then back home to sleep…….He was with her all through school, and after college they married. They had four children……They had a long happy life together…..He was a very happy go lucky guy with a wonderful smile, and the best head of thick hair when he was young!…He became a very respected physical education teacher and coach for many of the boy and girls teams in Garden City High School on Long Island……He was the type of person to let little bother him…..My brother John suddenly developed cancer, and died within two weeks after having a heart attack in the hospital….He passed away on February, 22, 2019…..He was 76 years old…….It was all so quick and shocking to all of us….When I found out what happened he was already in the hospital and in a coma…..His son told he wasn’t going to make it…I was alone in the room with him when I said goodbye to him…..I don’t really know if he heard me……Some people do believe they can hear you…..I hope so……I told him I loved him very much………….It’s strange, because I never think of him as gone from this world…………….only gone away.