For most of my life, my big brother has called me by my 'kid name' - that's Rusty.
Therefor, all of his friends and his family, wives, kids, grand kids have done the same.
My big brother just passed away this past week. He was pretty sick and
I'm glad that he's in a much better place. But, I really, really miss him.
After our mother died, we became really close, we would go to the movies
every Sunday and he helped me immensely during the death of my
only daughter. He was my best friend, he'd be the one I shared everything with.
Now that he's gone, the big void in my life became much larger and more gaping.