Thanks so much, you guys. His name is David, and he was 8 years older than I am. Consequently, we didn't know each other very well when I was younger....he was just this awesome big guy who came in to eat and sleep...he had a group of friends that he was with most of the time. It was actually only in the last couple of years of his life that we really got to know each other and become friends. While we were growing up, I was mostly just a pain-in-the-butt little sister, until someone was mean to me. It was one of those things where it was ok for him to pick on me, but no one else could! He was always very generous with me, and we shared lots of laughs and jokes. He had a very sarcastic sense of humor, which I enjoyed very much. He was very tall, and when I was little, I called him "Dadey", and wanted him to like me. The greatest gift I ever got was being able to know him as we got older, and having a friendship that has been a wonderful memory. Sorry if this is disjointed. Thanks again for being there.