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I am writing a few lines about a man’s love towards his elder brother who is dying because of his prolonged illness.

The Life of a brave & honest man of integrity

Bobby, his oldest brother

The man who is Bobby’s younger brother loves him a lot. I and him have always been talking about Bobby’s current situation and this man is showing his love towards him all the time.

This man is no one but my adopted father who lives in United States and he is a founder of a Christian Ministry.

We are certainly thousands of miles away but our strongest bond of love never makes us feel that way. He is really a very good man by heart and cares for his brother Bobby a lot.

The Memory

My adopted Dad tells me of their upbringing sometimes and it was hard and he was never close to his own father but loved him. He left when my dad was not very old maybe 12-13 years, his mind can't remember. He was a good carpenter and build a nice brick home, the memory of sleeping in it the first night. He tells me now of some of his fondest memories, riding in a wagon, with a tractor harvesting corn, the mudding up of ponds to catch fish, the shooting rats with BB guns at the dump, the copper wire fires, the deer hunting, the building of his brother's home, his memory of his mother old but sweeping the floor every day as log cabin was being built, the camping, flea markets, his helping him bury a dog, him taking to get a starter where they were in a fight and sorry for his actions. He tells me now of Thanksgivings gone and oyster roasts, his memories of his brother's Mustang car, his old truck the bed painted over and over, never gave up on things he taught me by example and my dad never even knew it until now. His memory in the attic wiring a light switch and his brother saying just take your time, no hurry we will get it done, the cutting of a window in a wall of his daughter's room, the Hurricane where he took shelter my dad's home, so many good distinct memories now becoming a blur as they are fading in my dad's own mind, so many memories lost never to be regained, and my dad ponders on the meaning of life seeing his oldest brother's life draw to an end. My dad tells me his emotions he doesn't know what to do or think as to lose his brother, remember him in strength in life not in frailty. His mind wanders now trying to find an answer

that only the Lord Jesus Christ can give his peace. He tells me of seeing his brother baptized a strong vibrant 6 ft. 5" stature, a handsome man. He remembers driving to the discos and drinking and craziness in their early years they were together a lot then. My dad trying to keep the flood of memories straight but they go from youth to middle age older and back and forth. My dad asks the Lord Jesus Christ to help him with this journey of a part of a man’s life that must be excepted and lived. Now he tells me he leaves his memories to himself even as a man wants to show respect but doesn't know what or how to say it. My dad tells me he will never forget his brother to the end of his days as well. And finally, my dad tells me he loves his oldest brother Bobby!

How they got separated from each other

They are four siblings, three brothers and one sister. Their mother died four years ago and her inheritance became the apple of discord amongst the children.

Their sister who was the keeper of mother’s Will, turned against three of them and acquired all the property to her name. She offered all the other parcels of land to my father so that he could be on her side saying him “a sweet deal”. He refused to take this offer but this created a misunderstanding between Bobby and him as Bobby started thinking that he is against him.

Since then, Bobby started neglecting him and stopped all sort of communications between each other.

Love for Bobby

I and him have always been talking about Bobby’s illness and I can feel his pain and grief for him. He loves his family very much but no one understand this and it makes him upset. He wants to meet Bobby but he doesn’t even want to talk to him because of the misunderstanding created between them.

Critical Stage of Life

Now the situation has become worst and Bobby is in the hospital 300 miles away from him counting his minutes every time for the life. Jessie, younger

brother of Bobby and my father telephoned my father telling him Bobby’s current situation and illness at the critical stage.

After getting a call from Jessie, he started driving his car to the hospital with his wife. Suddenly, after reaching half way, Jessie called him again and said that not to come as Bobby doesn’t want to meet him. Listening to this disheartening word, he almost survived a road accident because God was there to help him.

A Night in a Coffee Hotel

He praised Lord Jesus and then went to a Coffee Hotel, booked a room and stayed with his wife for that night.

But he was not feeling good about Bobby and anxious about his health and critical situation. He then sent me a message what should he be doing in this case as his brother denied to see him.

I asked him to pay a visit against Bobby’s will but he said he can’t go against his will as he honors it.

He expressed his love and honor towards a dying man’s wish and said that he will always keep loving him as he used to love him. He also added that denial to see him in the hospital is not hatred but Bobby’s expression of love as Bobby doesn’t want his younger brother to see him dying in pain. I also admire him for this love and gratitude.

The Return Journey

While staying in the hotel, he met a man at 2:39 AM and there he helped that man pray the sinner’s prayer to lead him to the Lord Jesus.

Now, he and his wife are on their way back to home with nothing but a memory of this journey.

Thank you