My little brother called me three days before his death in an automobile accicdent, and I cut the phone call short to go and drink beer and shoot pool. It took this event for me to evaulate my life and what I was doing with it, it started my new walk with Christ, and while I still fall short in the eyes of God, I turned my life around, got married, and now have three children. If I had it to do over again I would have spoke longer, I would have been a better big brother, I would have began that walk with Christ earlier. The advice I offer is this, tell those around them that you love them, because I learned the hard way you are not promised tomorrow, I can say that I don't ever remember telling him that, but because of my faith, I KNOW that one day I will tell him to his face, that I love him.