My Brother Ron Just Died

My mother has been his caretaker for a number of years, and we just assumed that he would outlive her, but that was not to be.  He has been suffering some intestinal distress for the last couple of days, and suddenly died on the couch at the home they share in Oregon.

Don't expect much posting for a few days while I head to the funeral.

UPDATE: Thanks to all for kind words and prayers.  I try to remember the brother who taught me to read, took me on my first airplane flight, and worked with me on making guncotton and distilling alcohol over a kitchen stove using beakers and condensers.  That brother died long, long ago, replaced by one who was tormented by mental illness.  He is doubtless at peace now.