Being five I have few memories of my brother. My fondest memory: My brother used to take a bus to visit us. I remember one day that a bully was taking me by the arm and spinning me around. Just then my big brother turned the corner, chased the bully and confronted him. That bully never bothered me again!
I remember him playing with me in the back yard, and me getting upset when he had to go back home (he lived with his grandparents).
I often thought how wonderful it would have been to have gone through life having a big brother. I know that Edward has been my Guardian Angel all my life.
-- (Witold (Vic) Szmyd, Brother)