My Brother David

David became our baby brother when he was about 4 years old, I won't say how old I was. David was always quiet & shy but adapted to his new family quickly. I read in someone else's comments about David being a neat freak & keeping himself very groomed. He may have gotten some of that from our father Max who was a marine (need I say more?) David's room was always clean & toys always put back in their original boxes. His family has his childhood memories but David left home right after high school & we have very few memories of him becoming a man, officer, pilot, christian brother & husband. I am cherishing all of your memories of David, aren't I the luckiest sister in the world to have a brother like him!!! My heart aches for David, I want him back & I want the opportunity to know the man. I'm sure you can understand those feelings of wanting to wake up from this bad dream. But it is god's time with our brother & I have to say good-bye for now. Thank you David for being my brother, hero & now angel. I love you & we will be together again laughing & giggling & driving everyone else crazy. Your sister, Sherry