Speaking of Pat…
Now… let me tell you all about my sister. Though we were born almost 2 decades apart, I have observed many things over the last 50 years about her. She is dearly loved by her mother, her brother and his family… not to mention all her children and far away cousins.
Early on she sacrificed for her husband so he could be a MD in the Air Force. When it was her turn to continue education, she chose to serve her family. At one point in her life she conquered divorce and was the sole emotional provider for her 5 children. She constantly made choice for them, many times at her own loss.
She has raised 5 amazing children who are still explorers, undaunted by past disappointment… truth learned from their mom, my sister. Each of her children are artists in their own right… from writing, painting, photography, technical stealthy engineers, medicine and the mind, and the universe of cloud technology! And don’t get me started about all of her grand-kids. Kudos abound!
She knows what it is to lose a son, and grieve privately with her family. Have you been there? She has. My sister is also a philosopher, who could easily compete with most PhDs. She is a thinker, computer artist, painter… a mom. At times I think she should get out into the world a little more, but I still honor her and her choices. Many times we examine only to come to different conclusions. We will do our best to convince the silent public that watches the debate in fear and amazement that such experiences could be had in this present world. And we both know that sometimes it is language that gets in the way… where we expect love to take over.
We are not that different, I guess… for we love to question… and know that truth is bigger and better than just the present facts known by the occupying generation. She can challenge many, and nigh drive them crazy! Not me. (everyone knows I am crazy) We strive, at times to pick each others brain, only to see what is awaiting us in our hearts.
For this I truly thank her and wish her a wonderful weekend with her family. She is my sister and it is important that I honor her, along with her children this Mother’s day. Please remember that you are… Lovedmadlydeeplymuchly…Bro.
