Well it's just about time for me to sign off my radio show for a Tuesday and I have to say I am experiencing a deep saddness with the loss of my brother Jeff. Seems we were so busy getting out west to pay our respects that the loss of my brother had not sunken in. Now, given time to reflect and ponder his life, I realize that I will miss him terribly. To know that I will never see my brother again is a hard pill to swallow. I don't want to work, I don't feel happy and I don't want to talk to my listeners, I just want a job where I can be left alone. My brother had such a tough time growing up with Dad reaming his ass whenever he was in a crabby mood. Knowing that my brother Jeff joined the military and went to Viet Nam just to prove to himself that he was not the idiot that Dad always told him he was, is evidence on just how harsh Dad was on my brother. Not to make an excuse, but our Dad had a crappy childhood too, his Mom died when he was very young and his Dad left him and his brother and sister to live with grandparents that did not want them. From what I hear, for the most part they lived and slept on a stairway landing, never having a room of their own. I guess you would never learn how to parent growing up that way. At least now we are an enlightened society, and even though we may have not been brought up with all the love a kid needs, we can learn how to be a good parent, maybe breaking that chain of crappy upbringings. God bless my brother, I truly believe he did his best, he sure has some great kids and grand kids. I miss my brother.