My name is Julie Thompson and I am writing this as a way to remember my only sibling, my younger brother, Ian. It's been four years since Ian died. For me, much like many who've lost a loved one will often say, "it doesn't seem possible that he has been gone that long". I suppose in comparing four years of life without him to the thirty-seven years that I did have him here...well, time is long or short depending on how we look at it. All I know is that I still miss my baby brother everyday and this will never change. I learned of Ian's illness in 1996 on a cold & cloudy day November day. It was the week prior to Thanksgiving and mom called to say that Ian was coming back home from Florida. I would have thought he was just flying home for the holiday but I knew it was something else, I could hear it in mom's voice. I think I said, "But he hates the cold weather...." 11 years later, just 10 days past my brother's 37th birthday, I held him close to me as he took his last breath, at precisely 11:40 in the morning. Weather wise it was a typical day for mid July in Wisconsin. Hot & humid, not a cloud in the sky. My brother's favorite kind of day.