There was a time when I believed that I would never have a close relationship with my only sibling, my brother. There were hard times that seemed impossible to muddle through. It’s funny though, my belief that we would never be close has turned into an unbelievable faith that time can change our thoughts and perceptions.
Now that my parents are gone, my brother has become a big part of my life that I rely on. He makes things tolerable when I don’t know who to turn to. I trust his opinion, and look forward to his humor. And I thank God he is MY brother.
My mom, on the night that she died, waited for my brother to be there with both of us (her and I). I know in my heart this to be true. He drove quickly from Rhode Island to New Hampshire, missing exits and going through highway medians, to get to my house. His goal was to be there for my mom. Though mom was breathing quickly and strenuously until she heard his voice, her breathing slowed and she was at ease when she heard him say, “Mom, I am here”. She died only fifteen minutes after he arrived. We were both at her side when she died.
Mom with her stubbornness, and God with His perfect planning made this happen as it did. They both knew that with our dad already having died a few years earlier, and with our mother at the end of her life, we needed each other more than ever. This would be the end of one chapter and the beginning of the next. And I’m so thankful that he made it there and was by both of our sides at the end of our mother’s life. That was truly divine timing.