I found you through my cousin, neanahe's journal. Your icon got me -- been there... done that... etc. My baby brother was severely brain-injured in a freak drowning accident at one year old. We attempted to rehabilitate him for nearly 7 years before he succombed to pneumonia and died in his sleep. That was 20+ years ago, and I still wonder.
I'm the big sister. He's still alive in Spokane. His mother and HIS little sisters live near him. My other brother (the one we share) lives in California. We visit him every Christmas and whenever else we can. He's 21 now. It's been 19 years.
I remember him laughing, and being scared of the slide... and playing 'house' with him under a clothed table.
His mother refuses to let him go. He is completely incapacitated and has 'died' several times since the accident. But she demands he be revived each time. In a small way I envy you... I wish we could let him go. Too much pain in his life - you can see it in his eyes.
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So, are you a big sister, or a little sister?
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I remember him laughing, and being scared of the slide... and playing 'house' with him under a clothed table.
His mother refuses to let him go. He is completely incapacitated and has 'died' several times since the accident. But she demands he be revived each time. In a small way I envy you... I wish we could let him go. Too much pain in his life - you can see it in his eyes.
I'm sorry for your loss. May I friend you?
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