My Brother Art

It's been a year since my brother Art Siemering past away unexpectedly at age 64. He was born in Grand Island, Nebraska on May 28, 1941 and died on September 3, 2005 in Overland Park, Kansas.
I had just spoken to him by phone 2 days earlier, and he told me he had just lost his long-time job with Noble and Associates. I was planning on leaving on September 3rd to visit Art and his wife, Carol, when I got the news from my other sister-in-law, Kay, my other brother Ken's wife.
He was an old-school liberal Democrat: always concerned for the least in society; not a prejudiced bone in his body. Art had a sometimes-salty sense of humor, but was never obscene.
He accepted me, with all my faults: bailing me out of some stupid situations. Art was never judgemental of me, but would give advice when I asked for it.
He was loyal to his wife and kids, moral in a non-religious way. All three share his good qualities, and are good people. I feel lucky to have had him for my brother. My brother Ken, his wife Kay, and their girls Karyn, Kim, and Kris are also a blessing in my life and I treasure our relationships.
I became even closer to Art and Ken when our parents passed away, since I was the "baby" of the family. Both brothers have helped me out many times over the years.
Art took care of all the details when our dad died. He did every thing he was supposed to and never thought of taking anything for his own benefit. He even took our mom into his home in the last years of her life when she could no longer live on her own. I will always treasure that act of generousity.
And he was generous to a fault: didn't hold on to money, but used it for his family and a few obsessions such as jazz, wine, movies, and good food. He miraculously rose above our plain food, picky-eating childhood family to become the world-class food expert that he was.
He was fun-loving, and could find humor in many everyday situations. We spent a lot of time, when I visited him, laughing about old times, (and some new.) He loved railroads, classic cars, and classic television shows.
Art was very intelligent. He was the first-born child of older parents, and read voraciously, even though his eyesight was bad from birth. He never went to college, but was a master in the arts, humanities, and history.
I'll miss Art because he was smart, fun, loving, moral, and creative. Mainly, I'll miss him because he was my brother, and I loved him.
