My dear sweet brother was the nicest person I've ever known. He was incapable of being phony or mean, because he was fair and kind and gentle to his very core. He was funny and smart, a great big brother until his final days. He was such a proud dad, and you can see it in the pictures he took of Julian and Clara, flying through the air, captured in time. He will always be in my heart and it's hard to imagine this world without him. For some reason, I like to think of him on this one occasion, I have no idea where or when, but we were sitting together at a bar and he ordered four drinks: a water, a coffee, a beer and a cocktail. Each one, he told me, served a purpose. For some reason, I couldn't stop laughing at the time, because he was a very serious person in many ways, but also quirky and light-hearted - a mixture in a specific proportion that was just him, a special blend. Only the good die young. I don't know if he would bust my chops for quoting Billy Joel or respect it. I love you, Morgan.