Brotherly Love!

When I think about brotherly love, the only picture in my mind is the 2 little brothers that I had and their precocious little ways. What one didn't think of, the other one did. We would never have even thought about some of the antics that they got away with, or didn't get away with, as the case often was.
Dad had nothing to compare their brotherly love to.
There was a way that we were all brothers, and there was something most sacred about the love that those fellows shared. They were cherished by us all and we loved having them, but they were not impressed with eachother like we were with them.
Everything that they did awed us, because we hadn't seen boys in our family before.
I love you Ton' and I know that this is a very hard season for you. God can fill every deep grief. Learn to pray when you think about the pain that you feel for not having him here.

We are all missing Dad today and we are all missing Ab today, but there is a special way that, only Ton' is missing them both. Man to man.

I am so proud of the beauty of the time that Ton' and Mom and Jo spent in Dad's last days. I was pregnant and couldn't enter into the beauty of the sacred sitting by the river Jordan with Dad. They will always have that memory. God comforted me with the beauty of his face, when I went into the room upon his departure. I imagine that Grandma and Ma and his mother, under God, had planned a special surprise party for him and he had the face that said, "Is this for me? Is this the heavenly welcoming party for me, who had mustard seed faith?"

I am so comforted, when I remember the expression on his face and the fact that there are no wheel chairs in heaven. I will see my daddy run, like he did on the tennis courts and to chase a hoodlum off of the corner. Or the time I saw him chase our stolen car down the block when a hoodlum stole it. It will definitely be worth it all, when we see Jesus. His face seemed to say that to me. I am grateful to have gotten to see it.

Froggies, warts and ABBY-JO. I am remembering the hiking that began with Abby and Jo through Baisley Park. They would traverse, high and low. Places that I wouldn't dare go. I guess, that once they had lived through the St. Bernard incident there was no fear of any dog eating them up. They came home with pet frogs and other Baisley Park wildlife seemed to follow them. We called Ab the nature boy, because he felt more comfortable at Baisley Park in the weeds and the shrubs than in the house. Toady warts and yucky icky stuff was always in their hands and all over them. They seemed to have a relationship with the wildlife out there at the park. Only now that I have free time at work to make friends with the wild life can I have some understanding for this kind of relationship with wildlife. Back then we only teased them about the warts and the frogs and the relationships with the birds.

My other blog is fiction about my relationships with the wildlife around my job.Robins don't lean
Like AA Milne, I am trying to share with my own little ones my fictional thoughts at work.