My brother, Marc . Me and my brother were born in the same year three months apart we couldn’t have been more different. I loved the way Marco grabbed life with both hands. Always smiling. when he walked in a room he brought an energy of light kindness and happiness. He always saw the good in people and the kindest way to deal with people that were not very nice. I didn’t meet Mark until we were both in our 20s, and we sat and laughed at the fact that we were born three months apart. He spent many times together, cooking, eating, laughing, dancing and talking. When Marco moved back to America we would speak on the phone. There were times when we didn’t catch up for awhile. But it never felt that it had been a long time. we giggled, and my cheeks used to hurt from laughing so much. he truly was a remarkable human being, and will be missed by me so much.💙