MY younger brother DAVID has been gone 22 years now. It seems even longer to me than that. It seems like only yesterday that I was living in Ca. and had not been back to Michigan in 7 years. Jobs and money always got in the way of coming back to visit. Life happens you get busy and you lose track of what is important. On that April morning I heard a knock on my door, it was very early in the morning. I thought that it was odd so early in the day to be awakened. It was my aunt..she had come to deliver the bad news, that my brother had died in a car accident. It was a shock to my soul. I could hardly stand up. I sat on the couch and my body shook all over. I had known he was kinda unhappy in his life and wanted to change things. He never had the chance to do that. The next day I was in Michigan with the help of some relatives, I managed to catch a plane home. The whole thing was a blur to me. I remember seeing my aunt and uncle talking about something that was in the morning paper that day. It was a normal day for them but not for me. Simple things like packing a bag and calling my boss and arranging a ride to the airport seemed like monumental tasks. Everything was moving in what seemed like slow motion. The plane ride was smooth and uneventful I hardly knew when it was time to get off. My mind raced with thoughts of the past and growing up together. Time had flown by. I was jarred back from my memories when the wheels hit the landing strip.
It was cold, colder than Ca. for sure. It was April in Michigan..that can be pretty cool to a person who the day before was in 75 degree weather. Such a shock to my system, to be so upset and see everyone around me the same way. When life gets taken so quickly a person just does go into shock I guess. I wore a heavy coat to the cemetery. The service was packed with people from all over who knew my parents or knew my brother. It was standing room only during the service and the director told my folks he had never seen such a crowd. It was then I knew that my brother had made an impact on people of all ages. He was likeable and left quite an impression on people. I was so sad that I had to catch up on his life like this..why had it taken me so long to get to know him better? He didn’t like to talk on the phone much and so we never chatted about this or that . I remembered the last time I saw him in the airport in Detroit when I had come home for a visit. I had the most awful feeling when I left that day inside me. Something I could not put into words or feelings. I cried on the plane going home, something I had never done before in my life after visiting home. I wonder now if I really deep down knew I would never see him again. I have had some ” vibes” in my life, but none like I had that day. David at 7 years old.I learned through my brother’s passing, that I should really keep my family and friends as close as I can. I always try to do that now..no matter how busy I get or what else is going on. I think I have become a better person for that knowledge.
I therefore pass that on to anyone reading this..Time is SHORT…live it to the fullest that you can..and keep your heart and mind open to every experience that you can hold on to. Keep your loved ones close as you can and never take anything or anyone for granted.
You are missed dear brother…
THIS ole house is over 125 years old. Our family owned it for over 60 of those years. When Mom died the house was way to much for me to upkeep so it went back to the bank to sell to someone else. WE heard a nice young fella wanted the house and was going to buy it BUT..he found out that there was major things that needed to be fixed. So we thought the guy backed out of the sale. I was sad in a way that the house would just sit there and be a loss, maybe even be torn down. NOT SO!! This is the ole house as of this week.. The bushes and trees have been taken down and the same fella has been working around the house. He has talked to neighbors about roof repair and perhaps some paint and siding. All things greatly needed.It looks similar to when my folks first bought it, without the bushes and trees. Perhaps this ole house may get some new life after all. SO why enter a post about an old house? In the picture above this paragraph you will see the porch area. As I drove by I almost ran into the curb. I stopped the car and just stared. There sitting on the porch was a shiny black lawn chair. Not just any lawn chair.. a black shell-back one.
(examples here) We had one that I painted many times over. Mom and Dad’s first set of chairs for that porch were metal shell-back chairs exactly like that. They still had them when we had our sale. I sold them both. Seeing that very color and kind of chair on the porch made me breathless. Was it a sign that things will be well with the ole house? I am thinking it was. BEYOND that.. was another chair a plastic white one. Many people have those chairs. WHITE is the color of the chairs we had also and they looked just like the one on the porch. I asked my sister if we left those chairs in the basement and she assured me that we sold them..she was there when I sold them. Sis drove by the house herself and was shocked to see the chairs on the porch. What are the odds that those two kinds of chairs are on that porch again?? A million to one?? Who know? Now before you ask..NO the fella did not buy the chairs. We KNOW who we sold them to and they still have them. So..we now wonder what other neat things will occur. Will the fella paint or side the house the same color as it was? Will the roof that needs replacing be the same too? Will wonders never cease. I like to think that Mom and Dad are influencing that fella to restore it back to the way it was a long time ago. THAT truly would be amazing!!
THE OLE HOUSE is gonna get a makeover I am thinking and I can’t wait to see the results. Will let you all know how it looks as it progresses.
HOPE YOU ALL HAVE A GREAT WEEKEND!!
Again..in what seems like only a short time, I have lost another “parent”. He sort of adopted me and included me in his family outings and daily life.I gained so much including another sister and brother. It seems like he was always there. He had been ill for a while now, but I always had hope that he would again beat it and rise to good health. He will be missed in more ways than I can count.
REST IN PEACE “DAD”
BOB BOWERS..OUR OLD MSN SPACES “RUSERIOUS” FAMILY MEMBER
PASSED AWAY AND THE WHOLE BLOG AND FACEBOOK FAMILY HAS LOST A TRUE FRIEND.
Many prayers are sent to BECKY and all the Bowers family. He truly was a special person.