When we were all about 26 years younger than we are right now, a sudden accident claimed a normal future from my eldest brother Vaughn. On his way to work one night, his motorcycle flipped over and flung him off after having hit an unseen obstacle in the road. He landed a football field away from that point of impact... on his head. He suffered severe trauma to his brain. The helmet, which spun 180 degrees on his head, did save his life, although it hasn't been the same since the accident.

He was in a coma...and hospitalized for six weeks.

When he emerged from his coma and eventually began speaking again, he had new names for some of his family members. Where they actually came from I'll probably never know. His first words upon his awakening were, "I am an enigma floating in space." Perhaps that is the only clue I'll get as to the origin of those mysterious names.

He called me Xenira.