Seeing my little brother hooked up to a breathing tube, wires coming from every angle, arm in a cast and eyes closed, is it really a question of my sanity? My heart has broken so many times these past 24 hours I can't imagine anything else.
The luck he has, the angels that surrounded him, the will and strength he posseses astounds me. I can sit in this chair and watch him until he wakes as long as needed, just to see his eyes recognize me again. I miss my little brother. I.
Billy,
Your nurses are amazing. Right now you have to be tied down so you don't pull out the tubes. Each time you start to struggle the nurse rubs your chest, repeating your name and where you are. They keep me informed, even with menial information, knowing that even that little tidbit does help us some.
As I sit in this surprisingly comfortable chair I can't stop staring at you. you look peaceful now. Before when we were still in the emergency critical care you looked empty. Even just your unconscious eyes did not look right. Now they look like you could be sleeping on my couch after a boring movie.
I sit here staring, wondering what might of been. Knowing life would not of been the same, not livable without you. You were so close to death, so unbelievable close, yet you pulled through. You are alive, you will walk. You struggle to pull out of the drug induced sleep they try to keep you in, and the last time I got to help calm you and you grabbed my hand and wouldn't let go. Will you remember that? Will you know it was me? Will you know I kinda ditched my daughter with Granny to be at your bedside? Will you know I can't concentrate on anything else when I am not in your room?
Billy you are my brother. You are my younger brother. Yet so much more. The ties we share, the closeness we have that we don't with our other 2 siblings is unrivaled. I can't take like without you. You have no choice but to get better. I need you in my life little brother.
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The luck he has, the angels that surrounded him, the will and strength he posseses astounds me. I can sit in this chair and watch him until he wakes as long as needed, just to see his eyes recognize me again. I miss my little brother. I.
Billy,
Your nurses are amazing. Right now you have to be tied down so you don't pull out the tubes. Each time you start to struggle the nurse rubs your chest, repeating your name and where you are. They keep me informed, even with menial information, knowing that even that little tidbit does help us some.
As I sit in this surprisingly comfortable chair I can't stop staring at you. you look peaceful now. Before when we were still in the emergency critical care you looked empty. Even just your unconscious eyes did not look right. Now they look like you could be sleeping on my couch after a boring movie.
I sit here staring, wondering what might of been. Knowing life would not of been the same, not livable without you. You were so close to death, so unbelievable close, yet you pulled through. You are alive, you will walk. You struggle to pull out of the drug induced sleep they try to keep you in, and the last time I got to help calm you and you grabbed my hand and wouldn't let go. Will you remember that? Will you know it was me? Will you know I kinda ditched my daughter with Granny to be at your bedside? Will you know I can't concentrate on anything else when I am not in your room?
Billy you are my brother. You are my younger brother. Yet so much more. The ties we share, the closeness we have that we don't with our other 2 siblings is unrivaled. I can't take like without you. You have no choice but to get better. I need you in my life little brother.
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I'm sending prayers and love your way sweetie.
Please keep us updated.
Thank you very much, I will. I appreciate it.
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