On losing my brother and the Bozos on the bus

My brother Brian lost his last brave fight with cancer today. As is our custom he will be remembered and buried tomorrow in Ohio where we all lived so much of our lives. 

When he started to get really sick he decided to digitize all of the Firesign Theater albums for me. Firesign was one of the first cultural peculiarities that Brian and I shared. I was in California and he was maybe in college in Cincinnati when we discovered we both enjoyed stoner comedy.

Brian left many many things behind but I realized today that one of the great gifts that his cancer gave me and Elliott was the chance to become closer to and to know better his wonderful children and their mother Kim. 

We have lived far apart for many years but his illness really made me look at the distance between all of us and to make sure that we didn't let it get in the way of being more of a family than we ever have been. My Elliott and Vicki got to know the cousins and their kids and to know my brother Brian and to appreciate his amazing value as a man and as an uncle. I am grateful for that.

So I won't be there to say goodbye to you my dear brother. So it's really not goodbye. You live in each of us and you have left us too soon. I will sure miss you. 

And by the way I do think that we are ALL Bozos on this bus!