My first idiot brother was born  − September, 1981

Being five years older than me, my oldest brother and I were never very close until he got sick (see my story "It was a dark and stormy night").  He protected me from the teasing and fighting that me and our middle brother constantly went through.  He left me for a year to go to boarding school and then again when he went to college.  He's the one who will walk me down the aisle at my wedding, one of the top two men in my life (see my story "My second idiot brother").