Today I write through tears in my eyes and an ache in my heart as I try deal with the sudden passing of my friend, my fishing buddy, my brother. Yesterday without warning my brother suddenly stopped breathing. I received a call that he was was rushed to the hospital with respiratory problems and though I rushed to get to the hospital, he was gone before I could get there.
Most people who knew my brother knew he was a gentle giant. Though at times he could be brusque and sometimes a blowhard, he was the kind of man that was generous and caring. He would go out of his way to help you if he could but he could also be a bear if you crossed him. He loved the outdoors and especially fishing with his sons and myself.
Lorren was only 60 years old and in my opinion was called home by god way too soon. I will miss him terribly and I will think of him with every cast I make in the future.
I love you Lorren. May the lakes and ponds in heaven be filled with big fish.