November 11, 2021

I’m still in deep shock. Just beginning to peel back the manifold layers of my brother Frank’s impact on my life. For as long as I can remember, most of my thoughts, plans, and actions have been infused with an element of wanting to make him proud. Even if I only saw him once or twice a year, knowing he was out there was comforting and motivating.

I feel ungrounded, disconnected; as ephemeral as a baby’s first fleeting thought. I feel lost without him as this irreversible reorientation of my life plods forward one moment at a time.

November 10, 2021

My beloved brother Frank died just before midnight last night after a brief battle with pulmonary fibrosis. He leaves behind his wonderful wife of 27 years, Christine, and their multitalented daughter Laura.

I’m still in shock. I can’t believe I’ll never talk to him again.

Frank was my mentor growing up. Much of my knowledge and love of music, books, and movies was catalyzed by his influence, by his boundless curiosity and passion. His social justice and humanitarian perspectives rubbed off on me as well. My brother had the biggest heart of anyone I’ve ever known.

I have no sons. Maybe one day I’ll have a grandson. But for now, even more than my late father whom I also loved dearly, Frank was the most important man in my life. And I don’t yet know how to navigate a world without him.

I do know that his face will always shine in my mind and his voice will always linger in my ears.