In my little neighborhood, when I was growing up, there were several of us who became family. In order: Bob, Mike, Gina, Katie E, and Jeff. We did everything together. We lived and loved as we lost parents, etc. My daddy being the first to die of them all in 1973. We were brothers and sisters. We stuck together and held each other up and held each other's hands.
Tonight I'm in tears because Bob, the oldest of us, and not too old, is on his death bed in a nearby hospital. I've been crying most of tonight because I love him as a brother.
I just spoke with my younger brother, who lives about a half mile from me and is another of Bob's "brothers." My brother and I are planning to go to the hospital tomorrow to say our good-byes to Bob. I don't know how I will do it. He's a piece of our "core" that is going away because he's the oldest of all of us.
It's going to be difficult because Mike, Gina and I are almost, to the day, the same age.
Emotionally, I don't want to do it, but because I love him, I know I have to.
Thanks for all your support. You've helped me before and I know you will help me now.
Tonight I'm in tears because Bob, the oldest of us, and not too old, is on his death bed in a nearby hospital. I've been crying most of tonight because I love him as a brother.
I just spoke with my younger brother, who lives about a half mile from me and is another of Bob's "brothers." My brother and I are planning to go to the hospital tomorrow to say our good-byes to Bob. I don't know how I will do it. He's a piece of our "core" that is going away because he's the oldest of all of us.
It's going to be difficult because Mike, Gina and I are almost, to the day, the same age.
Emotionally, I don't want to do it, but because I love him, I know I have to.
Thanks for all your support. You've helped me before and I know you will help me now.