Four happy Monson brothers.

I had three brothers that I loved. I was younger so listened most of the time. When young men they were good looking and I was very proud of them, We had lots of good times together.

Later things did not go so good. All three were alcoholics. The oldest, Keith shot himself at age 59.

The second oldest, George shot himself at age 85.

Warren, the third oldest died of throat cancer at age 82, His last years he drank his meals from a blender.

Me, the old prune picker, am 87. I think about my brothers a lot. I think about life and death a lot. I recently completed a class to obtain a concealed weapon carry permit. I do not plan to carry my pistol any more.