Sunday, August 25, 2019

How to ride a Motorcycle




It's been one year since I made eye contact with my brother.
It was a Sunday and as I left the hospital, I smiled at him and gave him a thumbs up,
not knowing that it would the be the last time I would see him conscious and awake.
I've regretted that thumbs up.

I wish I would have just smiled at him...
given him a hand over my heart..
or a heartfelt praying hands gentle bow.
I know that now.
After his journey on earth ended...
I said I would find the words to tell you about him.
I have found many words, but haven't found a way to say all I feel about him.

What I do have is the words that were crowding my head and heart on the day I drove from Indy to Lowell after being told he was starting hospice care.
I knew I would want to remember them, to write them down...so I used my phone and recorded my rambling thoughts during that drive.
I didn't know how we would do this.
How we would get thru this.
I'm still not sure.

But, as always...
my brother showed me how.

Here are those words:


https://s3.amazonaws.com/videos.artwork.fm/18/fcdd6ffaa147af93b41093facc80c9/Dave-copy.mp4?fbclid=IwAR3EBmvmi49Q2yY0lNGRigvIpblkdJ8A682crf2UGxJfiQYj43afeRAmbwk