This is my dad.  I really dig him.  He's smart and funny in that dry/wry way.  Last year we were talking about gas prices, and I asked him, "Where's your gas at?"  Without missing a beat he replied, "Somewhere south of my heart."  Last month he did a stint in the hospital with a heart thing, a guy in his eighties who previously had never been to a doctor and took no medications. 

This is my oldest brother.  This guy is amazing, a genius, and funny as all shit, but really subtle about it.  He's a VP of some big, fat corporation, but he's completely normal and unaffected.  Married, two kids in college. Five years ago he had thyroid cancer.  Now he has liver cancer. 

Compared to these guys, this is me.  I'm so pissed about my brother, that it had to be him and not me who's amounted to nothing at all, who has nothing to lose.  And when I went to visit my dad last week, and listened to him worry about my brother (while dealing with his own thing), I sat on the sting of my lump, listened to the strain of my heart, and said nothing at all.