Since it’s out there on the web, I thought I should acknowledge the sad news here. My older — and only — brother passed away this week. He hurt himself terribly in an accident and he died at the hospital a few days later. He was 43. I received word in Israel and raced home in time to say goodbye. His wife, Chantal, and I were there at the end. He felt no pain. I can’t say the same for anybody else in my family. For obvious reasons, I won’t be around here for a while longer. As I learned when my father passed a few years ago, I work with some of the kindest people in the world.