Well, we had my brother Geary's "going-away party" last night, and it was truly awesome. It was at my ex-wife's bookstore, for which they closed early. There were easily over a hundred people there, and we drank and swapped stories and had toasts. Then some of us came back here to my bar, named, appropriately enough, My Brother's Place, and drank and listened to music. I didn't get to bed until well after 3, and I'm still hungover. The picture is of the sign my brother made for the bar. We'll miss him.
Sounds like it was geat way for all to honor him and even though I don’t know you or your brother I will raise my porter for you both.
Thanks.
I'm sorry for your loss, but I am impressed with the way you honored him.
Thanks.