Our dad told me the story of my brother ~Joe’s~ beginning in this world and it was the most beautiful memory! He said, ‘When ~Joe~ was born he was small and had a rough time. I wanted to go see him and they said no, I should wait. I told them, No, I want to see my son now, and after a while they let me go in. I walk in there, and I go up to him and all I see, is not the machines or tubes, but, the most beautiful boy not too small or sick, just beautiful. I just look at him and then I said to the nurse, ‘That’s my boy’...