The first two entries did were about my family. I mentioned about the children and how they have flourished under our love and guidance.
This time, I will write about my own family--that is, suffice to say, my brothers and my parents (one has since passed on). I am one of nine: I have eight brothers, all but two of which are older than me (plus one is a twin). My brothers and I were born in Hendersonville, North Carolina, and we were born to Samuel and Nyoka Sandusky.
My twin brother (Doug) and I look exactly alike; however, people have no trouble telling us apart because I am the one on crutches while my brother walks without any trouble whatsoever.
My youngsst brother (James, or Jimmy, as we call him) is severely mentally/physically disabled. He was born like this. He is in a wheelchair, and he has the mind of a very young child. He is now living in a group home for physically disabled adults, and we see him whenever we go to North Carolina. I just wonder what is going to happen to him when Mama dies. I wish I could take him in here, but I already have my own worries with my own children to think about!
All but one of my brothers have kids, and quite a few of them have adopted children, just like I. (Guess I influenced them in more ways than one, hunh?? LOL) I have lots of nieces and nephews to spoil (although sadly, one of my nieces, Cajun Marie, died; she was but six years old. She died over a year ago; it will be two years come December 4th of this year; she would have been eight this year had she lived). I miss my little niece so much; she was certainly something special! (Cajun Marie was the daughter of my brother, Marvin. They live in Memphis.)
My mother, Nyoka, is still living, but she is getting up there in age. She is in her mid eighties and has a hard time getting around; she is being cared for by a neighbor, who checks on her every day and takes her to her necessary doctors' appointments. She goes to the store for her, checks for her mail and paper, and keeps her company.
My daddy died two years ago because he had emphysema; for the last few years of his life he was tethered to an oxygen tank, and it hurt to see him struggling for breath. I miss my daddy too; there will never be another quite like him! Daddy raised all of us boys in the church; and he raised us with a firm, loving hand.
Well, I have to make sure the kids have their school supplies before the school buses go, so I will go for now. I also have to go to work at ten. Take care, and God bless!
Karen
A heart warming and poignant write by Bill, and it is very true, there is no one quite like Dad !
Tremendous journal entry again !
Love and Blessings
Peter
