My brother Daniel died last Thursday, January 8, 2026.
Dan was most proud of his 24 years with the USAF and later career with a private carrier that respectfully flew the remains of servicemembers to their families, but he did not talk about all that much.
Dan was privately quite generous in a practical way, and did not talk about that either.
So to give a sense of him, here is a story of when he worked at a hardware store, later in life.
One day, the younger clerks referred a customer to Dan. The customer wanted a tool belt, but they could find nothing that fit because he was really, really big about the waist.
Now ... a tool belt is not merely a length of leather with a buckle on one end, holes in the other.
A tool belt is the power to make something.
To repair.
To work about your home and create your dream.
No belt, no dream.
No doubt, Dan did not need to ponder that big-picture stuff.
Dan just ... buckled two tool belts together.
He handed that Double-Deluxe Tool Belt to the delighted customer.
The customer smiled, bought *so many tools* for his belt, and went home to build his dreams.
Dan went back to work.
That was Dan.
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