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Donna's Journal
An Appointment to Make, 3/12/05


      “Hmmm...How To Keep Up With The Joneses?”  My brother affectionately patted the book I had put in his lap. “Now that's a job all on its own, isn't it?”

       His sparkling blue eyes looked up into mine and there was the same little boy grin I had always loved.  He was surrounded with pillows which  propped him up in his large, overstuffed chair. The ever ready wheel chair stood waiting should he need to be moved.

      “Yes mam! Now that's a job all its own.”  He repeated the statement and his old personality burst forth if only for an instance. Once nothing conquered his will but today he was obviously in a situation he
could not beat.

      His arms were thin and skeletal. The once strong hands that built the beautiful ranch lands and this home were now twisted and gnarled. This room  where he  struggled through a daily trial now seemed massive and somehow he was lost in the size of it. His thin,  frail body was only a wisp of what was once a strong, stalwart frame. Only for an instance was there a note of bitterness in his voice.

      “I don't know why I'm going to all the doctors, five at least and then that bunch at Mayo.  Nothing can be done!”

      It was the first time in my life I had ever seen him without a positive attitude and it made me  sad.

      “Thanks for the book. I'll read it with pleasure. If you come back, I'll return it,” and again he grinned his wide mischievous smile.

      “Oh no! No! Give it to one of the kids. They will get a kick out of it.”

      Our meetings throughout all our lives were just like this. We fought through our own personal trials and when did see each other only a brief hug, promise of sharing more time together and quick good-byes were part and parcel of the pattern.

     “You know I dreamed about you night before last!”  He smiled again.

     “And I dreamed about you the night you fell.”  I held back my tears as I leaned over to pat his arm. “We just never got to be together did we?” Tears washed over my face and I couldn't even stop the car to cry because I had an appointment I had to make.


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