My Hero

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He was born in 1941 in Newark New Jersey. My Brother was the first born to my parents. What my parents were doing in New Jersey, I have no idea. My Dad was an Optician, an eye glasses maker. He was probably doing that in 1941 in Newark New Jersey. Mom was a teacher. By the time I came around Dad was working in Schenectady, New York. I showed up 1945. Then five years later my sister Elaine joined us. When I was a toddler I had a cute curl on the top of my head that everyone, even strangers would say ...Oh, how sweet! I think my brother got tired of hearing about that... My mother found my curl with her sewing scissors under the dinning room table. I wonder how that happened? We were a happy family that left the city and moved to the country in 1953. My dad continued to make glasses and had his own business by then and when my sister went to school, mom went back to teaching. My brother and I had a love hate relationship as I'm guessing all siblings do. Later, my sister and I had that love hate thing going too. But if the truth be known we would have done anything for each other if needed. As teenagers, we resented each other on a daily basis but when I was a late teen and he was in his twenties, when some boys were giving me a hard time, he made sure that stopped. He was my Hero. All three of us married. My sister and I moved away but my brother stayed and built a home on some land by my parents. As adults we were all fast friends. We would get together every summer , visiting our parents while they were alive and our big brother and his family up the road. On Sunday my big brother took his usual daily nap but he didn't wake up. We are heart broken to know we will never see him again. He was 74.