In memory of my Brazilian mother, Maria, and my brother, Doug, and his friend, Doug A. My brother and mom passed away within a year of each other in the 198o’s. She went by way of suicide and he went by AIDS. Their deaths were hard for my sister and I to take. Every year, when Memorial Day comes around we take a long stroll in nature and ask questions about their deaths, but the answers never come around. Life is so unfinished without them here. But when I think of all that I have in life and hear of all the illnesses other people have now, I know their is hope and that deep down inside, I am blessed.