My brother is in the hospital again. 4th time this year. Today marks 2 weeks and I miss him dearly. His daughter turned 1 yesterday. It's heartbreaking. My Christmas wish is to have my brother home for Christmas. I want to make him the lasagna he craves. The turkey I didn't make for Thanksgiving. The birthday dinner I'm waiting to cook for my niece/Goddaughter. Everything.
But, there is a silver lining. Our long estranged old brother is my younger brother's match for the bone marrow transplant which will occur next month. The Lord works in mysterious ways because what I once thought was an irretrievably broken relationship with my older brother now has a stepping stone towards reconciliation. So, on Saturday, while my mom answered his call, I asked to speak with him, my brother, whom I had no contact with for over 4 years (because of prison and whatnot) and thanked him for helping our younger brother in his time of need. He went on to tell me that it was hard to see our brother that way but he is happy to help and looking forward to helping our brother with his disease. And with that, my mom was happy. My heart was happy. My younger brother was happy. I said to JC, "Okay. I get it. Stop pushing." And I laughed because I like to make jokes about a lot of stuff especially about some things that people think are blasphemous.
But please, JC, please bring my brother(s) home for Christmas. Please.
As for Noah, he is great. 16 months and thriving. I promise to try and have a year in recap.