As you all saw in my last blog my brother died and it rained really hard the morning of his death. It also rained the day of his viewing and the day of his funeral very hard rains all 3. Here is where the irony comes in I found out the day of my brothers viewing his cb handle was rainmaker. Makes you wonder if all the rain around his death and funeral is his way of telling us he is ok.
I do not know what got into me at the funeral. The paster asked if anyone wanted to get up and tell any stories about my brother and I raised my hand. I was the first to speak and I told 3 very short stories. I told about my first year to school and how my brother would stand between me and the wind on cold days to try to keep me warm, and how he would carry me through the deep snows. The third story got a chuckle from his wife which made me feel good. I told about this kid that picked on me my first year to school. He was 3 years older then me. I told them my brother went to this kids house and told him what was going to happen to him if he did not leave his little sister alone. ( my mom told me he did that he never told me) I had more stories i could have told, but I was having all I could do to keep from crying. When I felt like I could no longer talk without crying I set down. Much to my surprise my other brother put out his hand to shake mine when I went back to my seat, and one of my sisters followed his example. When I sat down Robbies niece Lisa went up and spoke. I will be honest with you all I only heard part of what she said, because I had many memories running round in my head. Id I had been able to hold back the tears I would have told the story of the little snow man. I was about 2 or 3 years old I am not sure which, but it was the first time I could remember seeing snow. Robbie and Dorothy were out playing in in. They were making a snow man I had never seen one before. I wanted to go out and play with them, but mom thought I was too small and would not let me. Robbie saw me watching them making the snow man and he made a tiny snow man out of a couple snow balls and set it on the window ledge where I was watching. He told me it was my very own snow man. I have several more cute heart warming stories, but they are not all good memories. I asked my sister if she was proud of my that I told the stories did and not the ones I had been telling her for years of how he dissapointed me many times. She said yes. Fact is we were closer sense Thanksgiving that we had been in over 20 years. He made the attempt to mend the bridges between us and I went to meet him half way.
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