My older brother Bob. He was 11 years older than me.
He came down with rheumatic fever in 1939, and was flat on his back for 3 years. When he finally came out of it, he tried going back to school, but was teased by the other children, because of his age. He quit school and took correspondence courses in accounting, business management and took welding up as a trade to fall back on.
He worked his way up to manager at three different companies. He married and had three children. He was selected to become the midwest regional manager for a beverage company, when he died in his hotel room while on a training mission.
The doctors told us that he wouldn't live to see 35. He died at the age of 34. We spent many weekends together. He taught me many things. I still visit my sister in law, who has never remarried. I couldn't respect anyone more than him.