This is going to be a bit up-close-and personal. For the first time in my life, I am without my big brother. Robert Earl Yarbrough, Jr., passed away, and it feels surreal. He has always been there. Had he not, I probably wouldn’t be here today. He was not my big brother by size. He was big by his influence in my life. He was like an extra parent. Bob was a generation older, which tells you my arrival was likely not a planned event. When I started grammar school, he was finishing high school.