I know it’s cliche, but sometimes I think back on my youth and wonder how it all went by so quickly.  Is it just a dream that I’m going to wake from?  How can it be that I’m in my 50’s already?  Where did my childhood go and how could I have lost one brother already?  But it’s also at those moments, remembering my brother, our childhood together (and our adult life together) that I truly realize that memories are better than diamonds.