First, some backstory. My brother and I were seperated when I was 4 years old. My parents went through a nasty divorce, and one day my mother came to the house (where I lived with my father and brother) to collect me. My brother (who was maybe 8 YO at the time?) got his things together; prepared to go with our Mom. My mother looked him in the eye, and said: "I don’t want you, I only want Shoogie (my nickname when I was a wee sprout.)
My mother took me, and left my devastated brother to his own devices. Not nice, but that’s how it went down. Fast forward 50 years, and I now have a brother in the hospital. He has no other family, save me; his only sister. Our parents are deceased, as are our older half-sisters. A friend of his called me to give me the news, as well as the fact that my brother is now laid-off and un-employed. I’m stunned. I’ve always been in a postition to help him, but he won’t ask for help. I spoke to him in his hospital room, and told him he needs to just come and stay with us for a while. He mumbled an agreement, but I feel it’s just an agreement to end the conversation.
I’m totally bummed, and just want to hop on a flight to Shreveport LA right away to see my brother. Thank you for letting me get it off my chest.