Prompted by Denise Larkin at The Lark — to write about someone that made a difference
My brother Angelo died at the age of 47 of a massive heart attack. Part of me died that day too. He was an integral part of my childhood always watching out for me when he returned from serving in the Navy.
He taught me to swim taking me to public swimming places like the quarries and to a popular lake, and sometimes to a local pool. I treasured those days and loved watching him dive off the board at the highest point of the quarry…