I have alot of special memories of my brother. One  really remember is when we used to go to my grandparents house and tell my "dad hon" that's what we called our grandfather, that our mom didn't feed us breakfast and he would make us the big breakfast and when my mom came she got into trouble. It was all good fun. I miss him so much. There was a time when him, my sister Bev, and me would be so excited for Christmas that we set up an umbrella as a tree and wrapped some of our stuff as presents. We were so young. I hate that he was taken so tragically from us. He was afraid to go fast and that's how he died...as a passenger in a car accident. We all know that he was so scared and our hearts break to know how terrified he was up to the accident. We all ask why? But in reality there is no answer and we will never know. My brothers name was Kenny but his nickname was "Sam" which came from Samson. Our grandfather names him that because of Samson & Goliath, my little brother weighed a whopping 10 lbs. A bruiser. :) He was so full of life and happy. We miss you Sam!!! Love, your family.