My baby brother, Paul Emanuelli, died suddenly on Nov. 8, 2010. He was 52 years old, and at home with his two kids. He wasn't sick; there was no warning. The kids said he coughed twice and passed out.
This blog is my tribute to him. I called it Paul-i-Wog because that's what we called him when he was little.
I was traveling in China when I heard the news. I was literally on a slow boat in China - chugging up the Yangtze River, hundreds of miles from anywhere. But by chance I checked my email, and there was a minutes-old message from my best friend Pam, with the subject line "Urgent."
I clicked it open, afraid it might have bad news about my 86-year-old mother. But Pam's simple message said: "Annie: Call your mom or me right away. Something happened to your brother."
I knew in my heart he was gone. I hit reply: "Is he dead?"
Seconds later, Pam responded. "Yes, honey, I'm so sorry." The words swam on the page and I couldn't move.
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