I have many brothers, but only one was my actual kin. He was a gentle man and physically seemed bigger than life, but he was quiet, except in rare times that he’d get riled up, or when laughing. That was when you knew he was within a mile or so. That laugh could carry. I idolized him as a child and growing up. His health had been failing for a while now and a month or so back, he had a conversation with me and momma where he was exceptionally soft-spoken. He was speaking of his health and the lack of hope in his voice disturbed me greatly. And now? He is at peace. Ronald Paul was thinking he only had a few years left, but it ended up being only a few months. He has gone on ahead and is with our older sister now, leaving just me and our second sister to carry along. I am an affectionate person and that often unnerves people or can be misconstrued, so I have learned to hold back. I do my best, though, to make a point that the people in my life know that I love and appreciate them. My mother has buried her eldest child and will now have to do the same with her second. I ask of you, everyone who reads this, to take nothing for granted in this life, most importantly those you love. Tell them. Hug them, whatever expression is best.
Thank you for stopping by, my darlings. I have been laid up for a week so far from surgery and have been working on some content to post. I hope you will like it.