They called him Big Bee, my brother, whom dementia took from me. He cared for his students not just by loving them, but by seeing them clearly - damaged and promising. He challenged them; lead them to themselves. He is dead now. His tissue turned to mulch for the earth he loved. His bones, the architecture of his being, now lie in rest, peaceful, their time on earth complete. It is my work to build flesh again on those beautiful bones - to tell his story so that he might live again.