My little brother is in the hospital. I found out about 8 this morning and have pretty much been torn up since.
Images of our life together (many beautiful and some I am not so proud of) flash through my head.
My heart is torn and I pray that he will be OK.
I hurt that it isn’t so simple as wrapping toilet paper around his boo boo and giving him a kiss like I did when we were kids.
I love him so much.
I don’t want to think about one day without his kindness, wisdom and humor in our lives.
It is hard not to be able to fly to be near him now. Too hard.
Please pray for my brother and if you don’t believe in God please send him lots of positive energy and thoughts.