Remembering is hard but when I think of all the good times that I had with Dwight I laugh, The day that my son was born Dwight came to my house at 5:00 in the morning to come to the hospital with me. He wasn't feeling good and He wanted to know if he could catch a ride, Well before he went to the ER he came up to my delivery room with me and he sat there. Even though he was in pain, Eventually he left, but it was not to long and he was back hooked up to IV's and in a hospital gown asking me if I was alright. After Larry was born he came up and sat with me and talked to me and told me how good I did while he was holding Larry, I remember at that moment that I could not have asked for a better brother in the whole world. We might not have been related by blood, but in everything else that matters we were brother and sister. I love and miss him but I am just glad that I got the time with him that I did. That time is what matters and his memory will live in my heart for the rest of my life.