Today this morning I started following Care2.com. It felt good to support many causes and signing a lot of petitions.
Today is a special day. Even though he is sleeping awaiting for our Lord's return, it is still his birthday. My brother meant the world to me. I know he has had his fair share of troubles as we all have. He died while he was working on building a pool on December 30th, 2002. The ground was thawing and the trench caved in on him. He was living in Michigan. I was living in Tampa, FL. He was living in Tampa in 1985 during the time I was in a State Hospital in Pontiac Michigan. I escaped twice from there and in my state of mind back then I thought I was having a great time. The supernatural stuff that was happening and the dreams that were coming true was phenonomal. No one believed in me except my brother. In fact it was him that got me into reading the bible when I lived in Ft. Myers,FL. He found out I lived in Florida so he came there from Texas. He came towards the end of the year of 1981. He got me into reading the Word. But it made me ill. Being raised catholic I was never taught to read the bible. He became a baptist I guess and was trying to help me read the bible but I was doing it on my own and I took every bad thing in the Word and applied it to myself . (not going into that right now) The point is He's my brother. He knew how to make me laugh. He meant the world to me. When I was homeless after leaving the state hospital I went back to Ft.Myers and found myself in all kinds of weird situations and running from them. Went to Tampa with a couple of other homeless guys and hung out with them but at that time I was also experiencing de 'ja vus. Everyone that I came in contact with looked familiar or it felt like I experienced this before.
So here I am being homeless in a city I did not know. Running from every apparent evils. Then I remembered! I have a brother in Tampa! I called my parents in Michigan and got his number then I called him and told him I was at this shelter. He told me to stay put and don't talk to anyone. He came to my rescue really fast! I was so happy to see him. But he was married to his then second wife. I only spent one night at their apt. and my brother was told he had to get me out of there. He found a boarding home for me in Drew Park. By this time I had lost everything. I only had one pair of pants, a shirt, and undergarments and shoes. Mind you now I was a very young and attractive woman. And deaf. I had been diagnosed before as paranoid schizophrenic. I did escape from there one night still in my manic delusional state of mind. Only for one night. So the lady that worked at the home came and got me. Then I stayed put. But I really don't want to share that experience quite yet. It is a story of it's own.
My point is this....This day September 15th is my brother's birthday. R.I.P. 12/30/2002. I miss my brother very much. I finally had to grow up. Tampa, Fl. is the place with the help of AA and the 12 steps I learned to be responsible. Took time, and many trials, and challenges but I did it.
I love and miss you my darling brother and we will meet again!