Today is my first day back to work after being out most of last week due to my brother's illness. The past five years, his battle with cancer has been a courageous fight. He has won so far but it is begining to take a tremendous toll on him physicially. Last Tuesday night I really felt as if the time had come for this to all end. He has suffered a major heart attack, a blood clot and a kidney infection and has somehow managed to STILL be living. Talking about a "cat with nine lives?"
I am trying to maintain some sort of normalcy by plowing through each day. I am so thankful for all of my friends and family that have called, visited, and prayed for us. The love that I have felt has been overwhelming.
Growing up Southern is a privilege, really. It's more than where you were born - it's an idea, a state of mind that seems imparted at birth. It's more than loving fried chicken, sweet tea, red wine, high school football, beer and acoustic guitars. It's being devoted to front porches, moon pies, sun drop, and each other. We don't become Southern - we're born that way.
No regrets! My SMILE? - always ON. If I get hurt; I see the best in it. My faith is important to me. I am PASSIONATE, unconventional, childlike, FIESTY, BOSSY, complex, CORNY, authentic, smart, funny, LOVING, resilient, secure, a PRANKSTER, and GENUINE friendly.
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