Today is the third anniversary of my brother Joe passing. For some reason on this day I always wake up and try to imagine what his day was like. I mean, he got up, went to work. Said he wasn't feeling so well at work and went home. He then took his beloved truck out to the car wash with a six pack of beer (he must not have been feeling that bad). Waited for Anne to come home went running and never came back. I always wonder, did he have any idea? Like with my brother Brian, he knew his liver was failing the doctor told him. He was always waiting, but Joe...no reason to think you are gonna get up and its gonna be your last day on earth. Just like John's friend. Kinda makes you think. I'll be taking the boys to Whipps ledge's this weekend to hike. It was one of my brother's favorite places when we were kids. I'm sure they will love it too. The glaciers went through and left giant rock formations.