Not exactly certain why,
but my little bro Sammy
has been on my mind of
late. I think of him by day
and dream of him by night.
Only a few months apart,
we grew up playing, as
well as all else together.
I've shared before that he
was diagnosed with Von
Recklinghausen disease
just before turning three.
So, in many ways, our
childhood together was
a gift.
Either Russel's mom or
Bonnie's mom would drop
me off after school. The
bus would then drop off
Sammy and then my time
to care for him until our
parents came home would
begin.
Several activities would
keep us busy. I would read
to him from a fave book.
We'd take a walk around
the neighborhood . . . often
stopping in to say hi to our
faves.
Ever and always, supper
together as a family. After
dishes, we'd read together
and have family prayers.
I've shared so much of this
before. I haven't forgotten;
it's just that he's been so on
my mind.
Can't help but wonder why . . .
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