I found out Friday, as I was setting up a booth for Skylark Yarns at an alpaca show in Illinois, that my oldest brother Gary was found dead on his front porch. An autopsy is being performed, and the funeral is this week in New Hampshire. I am sad, and cannot believe my generous and kind-hearted older brother is no longer with us. I am choosing to remember his smile and laughing blue eyes.
The skies may still be blue, but I can't see them.
And I think to myself, "what a wonderful world"
