It's my brother Ron's birthday today. I won't reveal which one this is, we'll just suffice it to say that he's older than I, although he delights in telling the story of the hospital chaplain who thought he was the youngest. We were all gathered, Mom, Dad, and us four kids, before my dad's open-heart surgery when the chaplain came in to chat and pray. He wondered at the order of the four of us kids, placing me as the oldest and Ron as the youngest. I'm still convinced Ron paid him to say that!!
I admire my brother's youthful outlook and positive attitude....both of which he inherited from Mom. Ron has fibromyalgia, which means he endures daily pain of which I can't imagine, but every time I talk to him, he's upbeat. Every doctor's appointment, procedure, and surgery that Mom endured he was right there, regardless of how he may have been feeling. That's truly a selfless love, and I know Mom and Dad appreciated it more than their loves and thanks could communicate. Thank you, Dear Brother, for your love and support, and I wish you a year of healing and health and happiness. How many weeks till we leave for Europe??!!
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