He called me “Carebear” in the deepest gruff voice you’ve ever heard.  He would say hello to me with a gigantic firm hug that would practically knock the wind out of me every single time.  He always greeted Brian with the Sigma Chi handshake and a Miller Lite.  He was my uncle, an outdoors-man, a cowboy, and a dedicated family man.  His presence will be deeply missed and may he rest in peace and no longer suffer.