It was a no-brainer that I would write a eulogy for my brother. I am the writer in the family, and these last two weeks my writer's mind has been organizing my thoughts into what passes for a eulogy as if by second nature. It's how I deal.
I hesitated to post such a personal and lengthy post here*, but then I realized my brother would have gotten a huge kick out of having his sister write about him. I was touched by how many people told me how he'd bragged about his sister the writer...I just wish I'd given him more to be proud of sooner. And that is perhaps the lesson of his life. Don't hesitate to take a risk, because one day it may be too late. Regrets suck.
*To protect their privacy, I've initialized the names of his loved ones.