He’s my brother. I carry in my mind an image of him bleeding profusely as a wounded nineteen y/o marine just miles from the DMZ in Viet Nam. Four years older than I, we had a contentious relationship as kids, but he would still protect me from life’s dangers. Police badges and security services took up most of his life. Going against the grain never seemed to bother him as he stood for what he believed. Yesterday he left this world. I truly loved my brother and had a chance to tell him so.
A friend loves at all times, and a brother is born for adversity.
But if anyone does not provide for his relatives, and especially for members of his household, he has denied the faith and is worse than an unbeliever.
Let brotherly love continue.
Family is so necessary. Give it some thought.
Gary