In a big family with 6 kids, we were the Irish twins, born 18 months apart. Frick and Frack, joined at the hip. You were my hero, my best buddy, my co-conspirator in so many life adventures. We have always been so close, that I don't know how to go on without you being there for me as I always was for you. So, I will share some of my favorite Ed stories, which is not easy because there are SO many to chose from. One of my first memories of us getting into big trouble together was when we were about 4 and 5 years old. We were in the basement playing together when you convinced me to help you paint the ping pong table, floor, and each other a bright blue oil based paint that you opened up. We were covered with paint when Dad discovered us. He was FURIOUS, but made mom get the Polaroid and take a photo of us before we got a spanking. Our expressions in this sad to say lost photo are priceless. Then there was the evening we were all watching TV, except for you. You were in the basement when we heard a loud bang, almost like a gun shot. We all rushed downstairs to find you clutching your ear with blood running down your fingers. You told us you had been throwing darts at a bullet when it hit and discharged nicking your ear. Years later you admitted that you had been using pliers to pull the bullet apart to get the gunpowder. You were like a cat with 9 lives...you used one up there, and there were many other times in cars you used more. We spent a lot of time in the woods and on the Delaware river together. Once we found an old bottle dump and started throwing bottles hitting trees when I cut my foot badly on a broken bottle. You helped me limp home and we snuck upstairs and you doctored me up in the bathroom with 25 band-aids and two pair of socks telling me you'll be okay. We didn't know Kathy was listening in outside the door and told mom, who rushed me over to Dr. Petkus' office for many stitches and a tetnus shot. Your motto was to rub some mud in it when we got hurt...be tough you always taught me. There was the year you went by yourself to John Travers for a haircut and mistakenly told him "Take it off" and he proceeded to basically shave your head. You refused to take you baseball hat off all that summer. I think you had hair cut issues after that. You always let your hair grow long and thick, such a head of hair you had. I think my loss of hearing began as a direct result of riding in your beloved blue Chevelle with you and you amazing sound system blasting at full volume as you opened her up on Rte 97. Once we outran the cops heading in to Yulan at top speed when we hit the infamous Yulan Hill bump. We got a lot of air and my head hit the roof before we landed in a shower of sparks, but the cops never did catch us. I have a lifetime of stories with you Ed, 58 years of loving you my big brother. You were the most generous,giving, funny, gnarly, brave, hardworking man I will ever know. The world lost a beautiful soul when your heart finally stopped. Now my heart has a huge hole in it. I love you buddy.