About a month ago, we had a family friend who passed away. Dustin Demo, he was one of Robby's childhood friends and his family was also close to Robby. Dustin left behind a family who loved him and a son who adored him. I had only known Dustin for the last 4 1/2 years; however he was still someone who would have done anything for me, Robby, or Eleanor.
The funeral was sad, as most of them are, however I found myself going back in time......the time that my brother passed away. It is hard to bury your big brother, no matter how old or young you are. At the funeral the priest spoke about how Dustin had saved his little sister's life. This struck a chord with me. How unselfish he must have been to do this for his little sister, and how he would do it again if he could.
This young man reminded me of my brother Greg for many reasons.
My brother Greg always wanted to take care of everyone. He never met a stranger and he was there to make you laugh and listen to you even when no direct words were spoken. Greg battled with mental issues in his adult life. We were unaware of these issues at the time, but soon realized it was a battle in which professional help was needed. My parents went through such agony and emotions trying to help, comfort and understand this disease which had taken the soul of their child. I was still young, but we all had to rally together to understand the nastiness of the inner demons in which Greg faced daily.
I will always say that my brother was a strong individual, not just physically but mentally as well. Life is not always easy, and Lord knows there are curve balls along the way however how you handle those charts your character. Greg's character: Funny, Charming, Hardworking, Easy going, and Loving. I am most proud of the loving part. He might not have uttered the words, "I love you," but his actions said, "I love to always and would do anything for you." This action means much more than words can describe.
As I wrap up this entry, I will say that today I know that Greg was here, here in Eleanor's dream. Every day when she wakes up from her nap, we sit in the chair and I ask her questions. Like, how was your nap, what did you dream about, did you dream about, grandparents, parents, cousins, aunts/uncles. She answers back with some rambling child speak, today when I got to Uncle Greg, there was no child speak. She looked at me and said "hug...pat, pat, pat and then gave me a kiss." This was my sign that Uncle Greg is her special angel.
Happy Birthday Greg, we love you always.