It was a long weekend in Hoquiam, Washington, where I attended my brother Jim’s remembrance. It was a quiet event, no ceremony, just friends and family gathered and talking and looking over old photos, feeling sad.
Here’s a young Jim.
He always was better looking than me, although I never admitted that to him. He told me often enough.
For comparison, here’s a photo of the Myers kids sometime around 1970. Nobody call attention to my ugly teeth, please.
All that’s left of that handsome boy now are ashes, nicely stowed away in his old work thermos.
Now I’m getting sad again. Must stop.