Remembering a Brother Lost
What if we woke up today with only those things we thanked
God for yesterday? I woke up April 27th
without a brother. He died in his
sleep. Gary was just 47 years old. The sheriff came to my house three times to
tell me but thankfully I was protected by God for an entire day from receiving
this news alone. I am weak when it comes to death. I fall apart.
I was running errands all day oblivious to the sadness that awaited me
that evening at 8:00PM. By then my children and husband were home. We consoled each other through the
shock.
They say you remember your childhood better if you have a
sibling close in age because you see your life and build memories through them. I was just ten months old when Gary was born.
I am sure he is the reason I remember so much. He was blonde and I was
dark. He was tall and I was short.
(Maybe that’s why I sometimes think I am a tall blonde….). He came into the world in a rush, delivered
by my Grandma Isabelle in the car in her driveway on the way to the
hospital. I keep remembering that he was
a fat baby, but he wasn’t…he just had a cute double chin. From the time we
could both speak, we argued. It drove my
mother crazy. If I said the sky was blue
he would say it was aqua….and vice versa.
I constantly corrected him as the worldly and knowledgeable “older”
sister. We shared a room and even a bed
for some time when we were little. We’d
help Mom haul the water and Dad chop wood.
We were a team.
At Birch Grove Elementary they put us in the same class and
the same grade because I was born in October and had to wait a year and he was
born August 31st, he just made the September first cut off. This was not a good thing for Gary. I know I owe him a mountain of apologies for
being so competitive. We were compared
every day as if we were twins but he was almost a year younger, it was never
fair. School was a sore subject but I
remember we had many good times too. We
swam at Temperance River, went camping on weekends, and built tree houses and
forts every summer. In high school we sometimes
worked together. One winter at
Satellites’ Country Inn he cooked and I waitressed. He drove us to work in an 1950
Ford classic truck. When the windows
were frosted over I would hang out the passenger side going down highway 61 and
direct him to stay on the road.
Just days after graduation he left for trade school and I
moved to the Grand Marais campground. We
were busy starting our lives. He married
and had three children before I even found a career. My nephews and niece were such a joy to
me. I could get my “baby fix” and not
worry about having my own until years later.
He married a second time and his youngest son is very close in age to my
boys. I liked to tease Gary that he had
excellent taste in wives as my ex-sister-in-laws are two of the most beautiful
women you would ever want to meet.
Gary and I grew apart these last couple of years. We would visit only at holidays. He was busy
with his life and I with mine. The last
time we were together was 11 months ago when we celebrated our parent’s 50th
wedding anniversary in Schroeder. He
looked handsome. I don’t remember if I
told him that. I should have told him….and I should have thanked God that I had
a brother…yesterday. ~ Peace, Sandy
