Death of a loved one is always heavy and hard. One moment your loved one is always there to share a joke and a good laugh or just plain have a good talk. Then they are gone and no longer there. No more sharing jokes and a laugh or getting into a good conversation. I am missing my big brother he was always there. Ray was older and we did not grow up close. I remember when Ray used to play hockey; I don`t know the team or league but in my young mind he practiced with the Toronto Maple Leafs. I miss my big brother.