My brother Jeff was a simple guy.
He loved his daughter, his work and his family.
Last Friday, July 29th, Jeff succumbed to a two year battle with cancer.
I walked with my brother on his journey to his inevitable end.
It was hard.
Hard for me to watch.
And a thousand-fold harder for him to experience.
I talked to everyone who would listen.
I was coached by some of the best life coaches in the business.
In the end, both Jeff and I learned a lot, grew as individuals, and became a heck of a lot wiser.
Was this cancer the way I would have chosen to gain more understanding about life?
Yet, I did.
And so did Jeff.
We learned that money can enhance your life. It can’t make you happy.
We learned that true friends come through when you need them, even if it’s messy and inconvenient.
We learned that family bonds are unbelievably strong, no matter what.
We learned that we all possess strength to do things we never thought we could.
And, we learned that in the end, we will all always want more.
More moments together.
So, feeling my own mortality very strongly right now, I vow to appreciate every moment more.
To love my family and to value them.
To focus on what really matters.
As Richard Carlson famously said:
Don’t sweat the small stuff. And it’s all small stuff.
To my brother Jeff.
May his memory be a blessing.