I am the youngest of five kids by about 16 years. The next youngest is my Brother Bob, a guy who is my hero. My father died when I was very young, so he wasalways a role model for me. Later on, when his wife suffered a tragic accident and became virtually paralyzed from the neck down (on a good day, she can eat french fries on her own), he became my hero. Instead of crawling into a bottle or feeling sorry for himself, he picked himself up and carried on. He found the best physical therapy in the country for his wife, and started the process of designing and building a new handicapped accessible place for them to move into. He sold his house, boat, Jeep Cherokee, and Corvette on his own, and was his own building subcontractor to boot. All while working 40 hours a week and keeping the other household up and running. When I asked him about it one time, he just said, "I guess you just do what you gotta do sometimes."
I just got a call from my oldest Sister Becky telling me that Bob was in the hospital with a heart attack. They put a couple of stints in, but I don't know any other details besides that. It's kind of hard to go visit him either, since he is back in Iowa and I live in Maryland. I sometimes think that a thousand miles between me and my family is a good thing. There are times like this though when it really sucks ass.
Man, this is not good...