I'd have to say that up until the Hillary vs Bernie vs Trump thing brought us a certain truce, I regarded tr ig as a mixed blessing. I took a lot of pleasure in irritating him, probably almost as much as he took in irritating me. I won't claim to have a clue about how he "Really" felt about me. We got into some fine dust-ups over the years. I always thought he took me too seriously, and I realise, looking at some of the memories and artwork that people are posting now, I never took him seriously enough.
He reminded me of my younger brother, a mouthy kid you could never get to shut up, no matter how hard you'd pound on him.
And now he's gone
I've always taken comfort in the last (stanza?) of Bryant's poem, and I post it more for Nanatehay than for tr ig, Mourning is always for those left behind, not the one who has gone on to other things. The last thing tr ig was was Religious, but one of the first things you noticed was how strong he was in spirit. I wish him peace and enlightenment, as I offer condolences and the wish of peace to Nana and all tr ig's friends here.
I'll pass along what my father told me about brothers. It is always worth remembering, and applying : You don't always have to like them, but you DO always have to love them.
Take care of yourself, Nana, my condolences to tr ig's friends and loved ones.