Alan was truely the love of my life. He was such a special brother. I could always count on him no matter what. I have wonderful childhood memories that will last a lifetime. He always tried to scare me with an imaginary monster in the attic called Coco. No matter how I tried to get away, the hallway in our house was the haunted zone. Christmas was always a special time with the two of us opening hundreds of presents. I wrapped up my etch-a-sketch and gave it to Al and then cried later because I wanted it back. He always played with his lincoln logs in the middle of the livingroom floor making army forts and I would run through and kick them all down. Growing up, we grew apart somewhat, but I never lost sight of how much he meant to me. Seeing him go through his illness tore me apart because he was such a strong man that was always on the go. I hope he is with dad now and is happy and free from pain. I love you forever Al. Love Always, Debbie