Raised in a small family - and finding it growing smaller and smaller each day - I am inspired by those who have gone before and paved a way - keeping the secrets - allowing glimpses - speaking in that still small voice - my brother was, is and always will be my hero - died too young but left such an impact in his wake! He guards me - leads me - whispers to me - scolds me - encourages me - urges me - laughs with me. I'd walk through fire to protect what he gave his life for... I only hope I'm not too late.
To lose someone so good at such a young age is tragic. Yet, to watch someone who has given of self for such a long time be taken slowly and viciously - and not be able to stop the progress...isn't this worse? It's a coin toss I think - neither heads nor tails are winners in this game. But, still, I will sit and wait - how do I keep from doing anything else? He gave me life - he provided for his family, he gave his only son to be sacrificed, he taught faithful service by serving - being the example to follow.
Then the other who has also given of himself as his family waited for his return, and upon his return, proved even braver than before. Through his earliest service he contracted cancer because of exposure to Agent Orange in VietNam. Later, a life-threatening cancer, claiming strength and time...but still it hasn't conquered. And conquer him it cannot...his faith much stronger than mine.