My Big Brother Is Gone
My brother died of Mesothelioma, a type of lung cancer due to exposure to asbestos. He passed away within 2 weeks of the diagnosis. Before being diagnosed, he was losing weight and had pain under his right rib, but all the x-rays,ct scans were negative.
I loved him very much; why did I love him so? Because he loved me first. I was the little sister, born when he was 12 years old, so all I did was respond to his love. He taught me to dance, ride a horse, and shoot a gun. We rode motorcycles to visit our favorite aunt and uncle, and ate lots of Tex-Mex together.He took me on "coke dates", whistled at me and told me how pretty I was in my new dress or shoes, and was protective of me.
He was a better brother than I was sister. I wish I had called him more, written him more, and told him just how much I appreciated all his acts of kindness. I wish I had told him how I would never forget him, and why. He was my only sibling, and he deeply loved our parents. There is no one who can ever take his place.
I made reservations within the week of hearing about his disease. Flying and then driving to his west Texas town, I missed getting there in time to say goodbye by a couple of hours. My heart is broken.