I am Tutti, first-born, and five years older than my little brother, Ray. One of my earliest memories, which I treasure, includes Ray. I was five years old. My mother had two other children to care for, a house to up-keep, and she worked on the rented farm where we lived. She would have me sit in a big chair, put pillows around me, and place Ray in my arms to care for while she worked. That image comes back to me whenever I think of my kind, compassionate brother Ray, who never said a negative word about anyone, who will always live in my heart as my baby brother.