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As many of you know I grew up with 3 other half siblings and one full sibling. However mom and dad treated us all alike so we never knew the difference between full or half siblings.
It wasn’t until my mother died and their birth father came into the picture that the difference began to show.
On Tuesday my oldest brother had a massive heart attack. He was placed in the cardiac ICU at Kings
Daughters Hospital in Kentucky.
They wanted to do emergency surgery on him but he refused. His daughter called me and told me all about what was happening. Immediately all of us got our bags packed and got ready to go down to be with him and his family.
That is how we were brought up. To love and support each other through any thing and every thing in life.
My doctors would not give me a release to travel since I have been sick and still had an IV PicLine in my arm.
However the hospital allowed me a short phone call with my brother. I told him that I loved him and that I hoped he was al right with the Lord. Then I told him to grow some faith and determination to live. After all his little sister here has been there done that and has lived to describe it for six years now.
He told me then that I sounded more like mom. I guess I have inherited her energy and her spunk.
Because I sure have made it through a lot of illness and life history.
With four of his brothers and sisters around him and five of his children. Along with a wife who cherishes him dearly. He made it through the surgery.
They are having trouble taking him off the ventilator but for someone who has never had a major surgery he has done very well even at the tender age of 65.
I sat here thinking today about my family and my parents. How I have raised my children to respect others and to extend a higher respect to Grand Parents, Aunts and Uncles.
I realized how very proud I am of my children. For being from the inner city streets of Detroit. They have wonderful manors and have really gone on to begin teaching their children those powerful lessons also.
Then I thought of how proud my parents must be of us as children. That after 23 years of being alone in this world without them. We are still very close and we are there for one another in every way possible.
Isn’t that what family is all about? Loving each other and supporting each other through anything that happens. For some of us it takes years to learn that lesson. For others it is just a part of who they grew up to be.
It is not biological ties and blood DNA that creates family. It is the love and respect you abide with for each other. Adoption is just another way of saying I love you and want you to be part of me. Isn’t that something to think about!
I totally agree with that and pray that your brother continues to recover.
Thank you Cindy,
I totally appreciate that.
Hugs,
Sharlene