He’s awake and aware, in critical but stable condition.
My father died of a stroke, in the crawlspace of my parents’ house. This brother is the one who crawled in and dragged his body out. He seemed dazed for hours after that. I will always remember the look on his face.
This is my oldest brother, who taught me how to read by sitting me on his lap at the dining room table and reading book after book to me while running his finger under the words.
He’s the oldest of six. He takes that seriously. He would do anything for you.
He’s an engineer. He loves to build things and to tinker and to invent. He loves to spout right-wing bullshit. He’s frustrating and funny, obnoxious and terribly kind.
Married for 29 years to a very nice woman. They have two kids.
I’m going to lose him someday, and I am not ready and never will be ready.
Sorry, I just had to share.