I have three brothers. When TM hit they each responded in their own way. My youngest didn't visit at all. The oldest was very matter-of-fact. He was caring for his father-in-law who had Alzheimers. My closest brother visited, hugged, supported and talked. He wanted to know if TM is heriditary. He was concerned for himself, his son, and my daughter. TM changed our time together. I used to stop on my way home from work twice a week and had supper with my Mom, brother, and nephew. They have all stated how much they miss those evenings. Chronic illnesses put holes in lots of lives. It the patchwork during those times that makes a difference. Blessings to all Patti - Michigan > > From: "Grace" <[EMAIL PROTECTED]> > Date: 2005/10/08 Sat AM 09:51:29 CDT > To: <[EMAIL PROTECTED]>, <[email protected]> > Subject: Re: [TMIC] Re: Losing friends > > I agree Barbara. Also, I think that the physically, mentally, or emotionally > ill, make others more aware of their own vulnerabilities and mortality. I > can remember my brother standing by my hospital bed, with a look of total > devastation. In so many words he told me that he couldn't possibly endure > what I was going through. Whenever he kissed me goodbye, it was almost as if > he thought I might break. His discomfiture was almost palpable. He didn't > know what to say, or do. Now, we are more distant than we were in the > past---we were extremely close, having a wonderful relationship. It's okaye > though, because I sincerely do understand. > > Grace > > >
