“My Brother, I Wish You Were Home”
I recieved a phone call from the younger of my two older brothers today. “Hey Kevin, it’s Brian. Whats up man?” he asked in a voice jaded from confusion. “I was thinking about you the other day so I just wanted to call and say Hi”, the tone of his voice telling me he wanted me to know he was still alive; yet not certain I cared. My hesitancy to speak and the surprise in my voice surely didn’t ease his nervousness. I tried to tell him I loved him but he may have hung up the phone to fast to hear me.
Today I was reminded of what might possibly be the saddest thing in my life. I’m sorry you lost your dignity Brian. I’m sorry that happened to you. I wish I could give it back. I wish I could of protected you. I wish I could help you. I’m sorry I couldn’t.
I don’t know what’s harder, to have someone you love die, or to have someone you love loose their self esteem, dignity, and sense of worth; and then their mind. That’s like being dead without the peace. He was a good person once. He really was. He made everyone laugh.
