My younger brother was my best man at our wedding, but the fog has captured his mind and he now resides in a memory care unit. A musician, singer, songwriter, once so vibrant, a lover of books. Does he feel afraid? Is there only gray in his world? Does he have another song to sing? Is he hoping for a breeze to blow the fog away? Will he ever remember the day I was married, as he stood so straight, tall, smiling by my side? Damn the fog!