My brother is in the hospital - he had a heart attack Wednesday afternoon and has been in a coma since then. My sister-in-law called about 10:30 Wednesday night and my life (not to mention hers) hasn't been the same since. When she called, A said that it didn't look good - the neurologist was going to re-evaluate Thursday. It's now Friday and the prognosis is still very guarded. When my mother and father brought home my baby brother from the hospital in Colorado Springs, my mother said that I ran to him and stated very firmly that he was "my baby". (I was 16 months old at the time!) Since then we've lived most of our adult lives in different parts of this state and others. We didn't see each other all that often - but I always knew that he was there and would help however he could and I can only hope that he knew the same thing about me. After he retired, my brother and sister-in-law moved to Florida and lived near my mother. I saw them more whenever I visited Mom.
Mom died a year ago (this coming Sunday) and the irony is not lost on me. My brother shouldered all of the work surrounding Mom's care (and my step-father's before his death in 2004). He finally had his life to himself - he and A could take vacations, trips or just do nothing without having to worry about anyone else. His daughter was engaged in January and his son was engaged just a month or so ago. So much to live for, so much fun in the future.
No one ever said life was fair - but this simply SUCKS big time. I'm trying very very hard to remain hopeful and I know that my brother is a strong person but I'm really, really afraid. I don't know if anyone reads this - but if you stumble across it - please say a prayer or send good vibes to my brother - he needs them and so do I.
"He's My Baby" - love you T - always have and always will . . . be better soon . . .
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