|Hold On To The Years (standard:Inspirational stories, 808 words)|
|Author: Cheryl Ann||Added: Sep 20 2006||Views/Reads: 1538/0||Story vote: 0.00 (0 votes)|
|This is a Short Story I wrote about my brother. It contains my true thoughts about this wonderful person, I only hope it can inspire you to care for those you love while you still have the time.|
Remember I recently found out that my brother whom I love dearly will most likely not be really here with me as I continue my life here on earth. There is an illness that has been torturing his poor mind for years and has now escalated to the point where we can only pray that medication can stop the deterioration now. If not He might not know who I am in 5 years but far worse He won't know who he is. All who believe please pray for my brother and his family, he is only 45. I come from a large family but it was not like the great families you see on TV etc. My Brother Bob and I have always loved each other dearly for no particular reason, it just happened. I wrote this for Both of us. I only Hope if it touches you in some way, you may be kinder, more patient and most of all cherish the people in your life that you love and care for. We really don't know if tomorrow will come, we only pray to see the sunrise of a new day, and one more chance to make it right. These are my feelings for my fine brother. MEMORIES I look at you and I wonder what you wonder, are you there today or are you gone. So many fleeting memories flow through my mind, like flashes of light, life moves so quickly. So many memories, so many shared moments, so much love, so much comfort, so much shared pain. Our shared pain and loneliness brought us together in a way that too many people will never understand. Ours is not a romantic love it is a pure love, an unconditional acceptance of each other. You are my Brother, my Friend, my Confidant, my Encouragement and my greatest supporter. I don't remember a day where a cross word was mentioned between us that wasn't forgiven before we slept that night. We were young together and we are supposed to grow old together. We are supposed to share our families, our successes and our failures. We were to lift each other up and to laugh at anything and everything even ourselves. Please don't go away. I know you hear me even though sometimes you can't see me or acknowledge my presence. I live in your heart and I know I am in your memory walking beside you. I live for those days when you are here, really here, not lost in the illness that takes you further away from me each day. You told me today you would fight this. I am going to hold you to that, and when you can no longer fight I will be right there to take your hand and pull you out of the void you have fallen into. I need you to hang on. I need you to see me happy. All you have ever seen is my pain and misery and deep deep betrayal by those I have given my heart to. Oh there were moments of happiness but they were few and never long lasting. You were always there to tell me it would be okay, that I deserved better, that God would grant me the joy I deserve. I can't do this alone; I cannot imagine you not being with me when I am finally at peace and happy in my life. You have been there through the trials of my life. Surely you should be there when I finally achieve true happiness. The long lasting kind like you have with your wife. You said that to me. You prayed that for me. I am entering a time in my life when it looks like I am nearing the top of my Mountain and there will only be good and wonderful memories and plans to share with you. You have to give me away to the man God chooses for me. You have to look in my eyes and see me and remember me and know that you have helped me to make this journey. Without you I would not have survived. I would have given up and would have become bitter and angry and without hope. You are my Knight in Shining Armor. Please stay and share the rest of my life with me. This is going to be my Best Time. I am finally whole and feel worthy of giving and receiving love. If it had not been for you, I would still be the lost lonely, scared child I was when we were growing up. STAY. Let me see the light that is you more and more each day. And if that light should dim, let me help you find your way back. I love you, you are my Brother. Remember me, I am your Sister Tweet
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