Brandon spent the past year in a hospital in Kentucky, never quite getting well enough to leave. His heart and lungs fail him. Finally, he rallied enough to go to Cleveland. The docs put a hole in his heart, hoping to save him. Brandon is 30. He is witty and ornery.
Communication with him fell off drastically over the year, at a time when he needed us the most. He had little access to a computer, so his support system was snatched from him. The PHolks talked about him, and we sent messages for a time. Gradually our lives shifted to other matters. We still wondered about him, but not as often, and no one seemed to know anything new. Keeper of information Colleen kept the one link to Brandon. We will know.
Chat with Brando zinged. Momma Hen would fuss, Brando would pick and then she would send him to the corner. Great fun.
Brandon and I shared the love of food. We joked about the Big Texan and the 72-ounce steak. He was ecstatic when Famous Dave's came to Amarillo. Now we could talk about the various dishes there. I am glad he got to eat a $50 steak.
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What a chore this grieving. The emotion, pain, uncertainty. I am blessed with the presence of others who share the hurt. Each helps the other bear the burden. Thanks.I think of you often, dude.
Later.
You are so right..when Brandon needed us all the most, he had no contact..I am o sad for him..he is so young and funny. We chatted often before he went to the hospital. We shared birthdays a day apart..
ReplyDeleteI am keeping him & his family in my prayers..so sorry to hear all not good for him...he deserves to have a great long life...
Hope that you are feeling better...Hope to ttys...Hugs :))