Malcolm, my beloved brother,

What a privilege, what an honor, what a blessing to have you as my brother. To love you so dearly and to have you love me.

As I look out and see before me so many who have come to honor and respect you, I realize I am not just a biased sister who thinks her brother is a most special person. All these people here are testimony that you are indeed a most special person.

You are my dear brother and my dear friend. Mom often recounts the story of when I was 4 years old and you were 2 years old and she sent you unannounced with me on a kindergarten road trip. The baffled teacher could not understand why she kept on counting 21 little heads instead of 20. Mom left me with strict instructions to hold your hand tightly and look after you and I did. So many times you held my hand tightly and looked after me and took care of me. Malcolm, thank you for your fierce protection and loyalty and deep love.

You very rarely spoke about yourself. Instead you asked many many questions about other people's lives. You were an intent listener and I watched scores of people warm to you and open up and share their anguishes and pains and their hopes and dreams with you. You stored and processed this information and then turned around to use it in some way to make a pain easier or a dream come true for the person who shared it with you. I personally experienced this magnificent quality of yours many times. Malcolm, thank you for your endless compassion and empathy and love.

Such a shining example, my brother. You lived your life valiantly, fully and with true gusto. You forged ahead against incredible odds and achieved many things that people stood in awe at. You got into and out of challenging situations with style and ease and great grace. You negotiated and bargained and maneuvered and renegotiated so that all involved came out ahead and felt good about themselves. You helped me resolve many personal conflicts and challenges with this gift of yours. Malcolm, thank you for your example of living life fully and for tirelessly forging ahead in the face of adversity and challenge. I have told you you are my hero and I tell you again now. Malcolm, I love and cherish your courage and strength.

So modest and humble, my brother. Many times I found out quite by accident how you shared your hugely generous heart and your endless giving nature. Someone in the community would tell mom how they served with you on this board of members or that committee or this group. Mom would call me up and say "did you know your brother did this or that or the other" and I did not know, but it did not surprise me as you never boasted about your goodness and true giving nature. I remember the time I found out how you delivered meals on wheels to the elderly. You were visiting our small, overcluttered apartment and remarked how it reminded you of when you visited the elderly. It would take them ten minutes to open the front door after you rang as they wound their way through all their lifetime of clutter to get to the front door. When I questioned your visits to the elderly , you casually informed me that you delivered meals on wheels. Children, your peers, the elderly. People warmed to you charm and truth right away. So many love and adore you. Malcolm, thank you for showering me and all those around you with your generosity and warmth and love. I love and cherish your gentleness.

These past few months I have been privy to all the wonderful things those who know you have shared with me and our family. In these stories I recognize how special you are to all who know you. In your own way, you showed us all your truth and your light. I feel so full of pride and honor and love for you. I will miss you here very much but know you will always be with me.

Malcolm. I stand here before you and offer you all my protection and love as you continue with your journey. I know it will be as magnificent as the part of your journey you have just completed. I love you so very much, my beloved brother.