My earliest memories were of him fixing my hair and putting every single barrette and hair bow that I owned in my hair. I remember him and a friend picking me up at school in a limo for my 14th birthday. I remember being 12 and being on the school bus and slapping a 16 yr old across the face b/c he called Jimmy "no-neck". I remember he and Bert getting into an argument the night I got engaged. I remember him crying at my wedding. I remember he and Tyler lying in his hospital bed eating pop-tarts and watching Camelot. I remember sitting by his bedside one time when he was really sick and singing songs and he waking up and telling my what a beautiful voice I had(he had to have been heavily sedated). I remember him coming to Americus, Ga and staying with me for a month at a time and helping me when my boys were just babies and I had EG on the way and Bert was working crazy hours. Oh yes, we fought, argued did all those things siblings do and I have so many things I would give anything to be able to do over. I wish I could have made it to Tn to be w/ him more. He was so lonely when he was confined to his bed and couldn't get up anymore, couldn't leave his room. I wish so bad he could have seen my kids grow up and meet our sweet Sophie. I wish he would have been able to find the love of his life and live happily ever after. I wish he would have been physically whole here on earth.
Finally, my last and most favorite memory of my sweet brother is one that the nurses who were w/ him when he died told...they said as he was passing they felt a presence in the room and felt like they needed to take their shoes off b/c it felt like they were standing on holy ground. That might not mean much to you but I know it was b/c his heavenly escort was there to take him home to be w/ the Lord, and that he finally had his ultimate healing.