A year ago today my daughter, Mimi,
and I were driving through a blinding snow storm
trying to reach Pennsylvania before
my brother, Charlie,
went into surgery.
He had gone in a couple of days prior and thought
he had a bladder infection.
This is a man that was never sick a day in his life.
As it turned out, they never did do surgery.
He had gone from hale and hearty to
desperately ill in a few days time.
We got there on February 4th and he was
The dreaded words came from the doctor-
Stage Four Cancer.
No treatment available for this type of cancer.
He died the next day.
February 5th, 2013.
Even now it is surreal.
Even now I think I will pick up the phone
and hear his
"Hello, Sister- Dearest"
(a take off on Mommy Dearest- don't ask)
Even now, I can hear him telling me
how happy he was,
how much he loved the girl he had married,
how much he loved his children and grandchildren.
He was one of the kindest souls I have ever known.
So, when Mimi invited me
to spend a couple of days
with her and her boys
while her hubby was out of town
I thought it was fitting to go.
And, as we mourn losing Charlie,
we celebrate the fact
that she is carrying another little life around.
Another little girl to love.
Charlie loved Mimi.
She reminded him of our side of the family
with her curly red hair and her blue eyes.
He would have loved this baby, too.
You know who else he loved when he was young?
He loved Farrah Fawcett.
I think he may have had a poster or two
of her somewhere.
Do you suppose that my brother, Charlie,
finally got to see a REAL angel up close?
Yep- Wouldn't that be grand?
My brother, Charlie, meeting up with one of
I will be gone for a couple of days...
remembering and thinking.....
for the life I am living.
Be back soon!