Alan

His candle was made of special wax
A light he knew was burning fast
So he found all the candles burning low
And brightened their flames before they'd go

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Alan Tucker was my cousin, and the closest thing I had to a brother growing up. He knew he was living on borrowed time and so he savored every moment, whether through his Buddhist practice, his hikes with family and friends, or his work as a hospice nurse.