…when you are not given the chance? That has been the question over the past two days for me, as my younger brother Joseph recently passed away. In all fairness, Joe wasn’t given to much in the way of sentimentality (nor am I), so I suspect his passing happened in the required order.
In some respects, Joe really wasn’t made for these
times. Like myself and my brothers, life
lessons weren’t a part of what we learned growing up, and for Joe, it was all
the more difficult. Yet he, all of his
life, managed to dance to the beat of his own drummer, with support later in
life from myself and my older brother Rich.
Speaking of that support, as my mother was dying, I made a promise that Joe would be taken care of and, to the greatest extent possible, protected from a world that was far crueler than he could process. To that end, Rich and I had a kind of division of labor with Joe in that he took care of medical stuff, appointments, and other such things, while I took care of Joe's finances. It worked, although there were plenty of times when the creeping specter of various scammers (both real and virtual) would rear their ugly heads to take advantage of Joe. Fortunately, while these terrible beings could fool Joe to an extent (as he was, at heart, a truly kind human being), and there were some close calls, in the end none of them stood much of a chance against Rich and myself.
“Mission accomplished, Mom.”
So now is the time to do the things required when someone close
to you passes from this life to the next, and then life will move on. Joe will be in a better place, free from the
burdens of the mortal coil, having all the time he wants to look at firetrucks, no longer needing Rich and my protection. After that?
Well, for me at least, it’s time to remember just how precious life
truly is, and how important it is to hold close to those who care.
Rest in Peace Joseph William.