I'm very fortunate, both of my parents are still alive. I never really knew my grandparents, three of them died long before I was born, and my grandfather lived far away, so I only met him a few times. However, I did lose my brother almost 20 years ago - he was only 39 and died of AIDS. It was very hard. He was sick for about 5 years, and back in the '90s we knew that AIDS was a death sentence. We saw him suffer through several bad infections every year, and eventually he lost his sight, and with that his will to live. I remember my brother as a care-free, wild, fun-loving adventurer. He loved life and while he was dirt poor (he choose to become a professional dancer), he never let that stop him from doing things. He was very creative when it came to adventures. He was artistic, positive and a joy to be around. When we were kids, he was 5 years older than I and hated when I would tag along with him. He hated having to play with me and used to tease me unmercifully. But once he went off to college, we started to get closer. We didn't see each other as much as I would have liked, but we did talk on the phone. He taught me how to garden and how to do stained glass. He helped to teach me to laugh and have fun - he taught me that, "life is too serious to be taken seriously". Even though he's been gone for 20 years, I think of him often and still see things that I want to tell him about. I regret tremendously that he and my son never got the chance to know each other. They are so much alike, I know they would have been great friends. How about you - tell us about your lost loved one. The greatest way to honor them is to talk about them and keep their memory alive.