My Step Brother Has a Posse

My step brother, Mark, has a posse.

But I'm getting ahead of myself... I should first say, I've got a step brother named Mark.

Son of the Norwegian who married my mother.

I met him once. A few years ago. Over an awkward Thanksgiving dinner. Before he got sick.

Brain cancer. He's been on his last legs for a while. I didn't actually see him this Thanksgiving, but he was next door, being cared for.

He died early this morning, around 3am.

Suffice it to say, I did not know him.

He was in his early-40s and I always get a bit off-put by the ones who die early.

Clock keeps ticking...