On May 2, 2001, my brother, at the age of 48...passed away in his sleep. We were told it was his heart. My brother was one of those very warm, compassionate people that everyone who met him liked immediately. These past few months I just couldn't understand why he was taken from us at such a young age, especially when he had so much to give. A few days after the tragic events of Sept 11th, the answer came to me. God needed people like my brother to help him help those that lost their lives on that day, as they passed from one life onto the next. This thought has brought me some peace of mind in not only dealing with the sorrow and pain of September 11, but also in starting to heal from the pain of the loss of my beloved brother.