When you least expect it

Sunday morning I received the horrible news that my younger brother Brendan had died.

We weren't close, but we certainly weren't estranged. I chatted with him a few weeks ago about heading to Ontario to visit him this summer.

I don't know when the funeral will be yet.  It will be sad and tragic and trying indeed.  If I can I will try to go home to BC for a few days to see Mom and Al.

While I wait for more news I'm trying to get things set around the farm so all will be ok.  Glenn won't be able to come with me.