Sunday, April 11, 2010
I just returned home from spending the weekend in San Diego. A few days before, I had a dream that my brother was walking. His pelvis did not look completely even, but he was able to walk with a limp and jumped up like he usually would. When I saw him on Friday, he got out of the car and looked so tall. He was walking with his walker up to see me! It was so wonderful to see him upright. He looked free and untouched by the weight of the tragedy. We spent a few hours at a time together catching up. I was his sister once again. By the time I was leaving, he was walking with my dad's cane. He had decided that even the walker was too cumbersome and he wanted to see if he could do it. He will find out in physical therapy tomorrow if walking with a cane at this point is advisable, but until then, he is another step closer to his goal...his goal of being able to do backflips, as he described. My sense of gratitude is present tonight, as I reflect once again on all of the blessings I have received. I feel warmth fill my entire body as I realize that I am having conversations with my brother, I am connecting with my brother, I am experiencing the fulfillment of being a sister, and once again, I am walking alongside my brother, humbled by his courage and strength and unbelievable tenacity.