After a week of heroic efforts made by the medical team at St. Francis and prayers from everyone we know, on Wednesday, my brother, Steve, lost his battle with cancer.

Although it was incredibly difficult, I was glad that his wife, daughters and I could be with him in his last moments. He was heavily sedated, but I think he knew we were there.

He was a really good guy, and I have learned that is not all that common.

Knowing that we won't be able to hear his laughter or see his broad smile is going to be very difficult. Knowing that he is reunited with our other departed family members is a good feeling.

All of us will miss him forever and are grateful he was in our lives as long as he was. Rest in peace little brother - we will always love you.

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