My Brother Died, Saturday.
He had just turned 51. He has 2 beautiful children. He had recently begun to reconcile his faith after having once been deeply wounded by a church. He passed suddenly, while doing something he loved, surrounded by people who loved him. We spoke not long ago, and we said I love you. We were in a good place. Too soon. Ouch. I want to hug our Mom, and Sister, and Brother in Law, and all the Kids, and sob and curse and laugh and cry. 2500 miles away and broke, I might as well be on the moon. I love him. I want him back. To my friends in America, and those who loved Mike, tell your government, and your bosses, and your corporate Masters that healthcare should be a right, not a privilege, or a bargaining chip, or a source of financial ruin. The healthcare I am privileged to enjoy in Ontario Canada is better than any I ever had in the U.S., except, barely, in the Marine Corps. It is better, on avera...