Update from my older brother. He called the cops in Idaho who found my oldest brother. Turns out he got a new apartment and job in January. Being blind in one eye and unable to drive he got a ride to work each day from a friend. On Friday, then Saturday, the friend received no call which to him was strange and inconsistent. My brother didn't answer his phone or his door, so the driver friend contacted Police. When they entered the apartment, they found my brother face down next to his bed. The death was listed as a heart attack which runs in the family. Grandfather had one at 47 and died. Damn, and he was a cyclist for years and only weighed 165. I made sure I took my BP Med today. The Idaho Police found my younger brother's number in the elder's wallet and tried to call him in Utah. He didn't answer because he didn't recognize the number. The Idaho Police then called the Utah Police and they made a home visit. My younger brother wasn't happy about cops at the house (who is?) and didn't ask questions, called me 10 minutes later and assumed Charles was out walking again as was his habit. In a way, I'm glad to get the official story. He got over the limitations regarding partial blindness, moved into his own place and was working. Shows resolve, even though life just caught up with him, it's nice to know he was leaning towards the positive. It's much more meaningful to me than to remember him as lonely and cold left to the desolation of winter. Having him cremated, (like our parents were and the rest of us want to be) then we are going to "accidentally" knock over the urn in the stiff wind of four
states... A more fitting end to a spirit who refused to give in to the mundane... Now to the living!
Thanks for your caring sentiments, he did matter to me.
