My brother-in-law died last weekend. He passed of an apparent heart attack. He was insulin dependent and recently blind from diabetes. "This is some cruel joke ", is what I tell myself. Knowing him since I was seven years old he helped form the way I "go about" my world. Certain mannerisms a child picks up from the teenaged boyfriend that was always at the house hanging with your big big sister. Now , at fifty, I can only honor him with good delivery of a tale or joke . Many other things I learned from him through the eyes of a child. Those lessons, good or missed, are'nt easily forgotten. In my life, he was as close as a person could get to being a blood relative. Goodbye Curt.