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| me and my older brother |
Twelve years separated us so I know very little of life as a young child. Given our family history I can only imagine he was lonely much of the time. He eventually found a family of sorts in the Marine Corps and a purpose in his life. He remained steadfast and true to the Eagle, the Globe, the Anchor, and the Corps.
My brother suffered much in his life but with a loving wife and a rock-solid belief in himself he persevered through it all. I could only wish for such strength of character.
He had his flaws to be sure, after all which one of you can say you are perfect in every way. Sadly, I kept pointing to those when he was alive and not focusing on his strengths.
But he was my older brother and while we rarely agreed on anything -- except our Dad -- he was always there for me, especially when I was the age he was in these photos.
Thanks Big Brother. Rest in Peace -- you earned it.
February 22, 1936 to April 26, 2016.
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| me, Don and cousin Cheryl Hinman |
These next three photos of my older brother Don, taken sometime in the late 1930s, were passed along to me by my Aunt Barbara Hinman. She, along with her wonderful husband Bill, have since left this earth and most certainly enjoying themselves mightily wherever they are. Warm, kind and generaous they always referred to my brother as "Donnie". Fascinating.
