Four years ago February 4th,
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 late 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.
Right after that 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 mourned losing Charlie,
we celebrated the fact
that she was 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.
This sweet little baby turned out to be our own little
Anna Ireland (Bright Eyes)
Rarely a day goes by that I don't
think about him and remember
something funny he said or did.
Missing you today, Charlie,
but know I will see you again
You know where to look for me-
I'll be in the
Miss ya, buddy!