There's No Easy Way to Say These Things

Last night, my brother Mike collapsed and was rushed to the hospital with what turned out to be a massive brain bleed.

A couple of hours ago, I spoke with a doctor who informed me he was not expected to survive.

A few minutes ago, I spoke with his wife, Pam, who was preparing to say goodbye before they removed the breathing tube.

When I was a child, he was my biggest hero.

That's never changed.