Four years ago, my brother Danny died of cancer at age 51. He fought a two year battle. Combined with his back pain from his police work, his final years were not a pleasure. Thankfully, my brother was the same wonderful person that I had the pleasure to know for just over 35 years.
Maggie offered to take Bob and me to Brecksville where most of his ashes were spread, but I wanted to deal with Census business. For the record, my pilgrimage is scheduled for Tuesday, which is the anniversary of the scattering of his ashes. My Census work may be done by then. My supervisor is expected to notify me soon. Tune in to find out.
My next reports will be birthday messages. Until then, enjoy life. That's my plan.
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