M.L. Bushman

Writer

My Brother Goes In Peace

My brother is a Chevy Man.

My brother is a Chevy Man

 

The last time I talked to my brother, Joe, he was having trouble with his phone and was going to replace it.

 

So the next time I call, the number is no longer working. Does he call his family? No.

 

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I dial up Hospice House and leave a message for him to call me or else.

 

Then I learned he was sleeping a lot lately.

 

I know what this means.

 

One of my first jobs ever, at 18, was nurse’s aide in nursing homes. I lasted just over a year. You get attached to people over time. It’s hard on you emotionally.

 

I witnessed two men die before my eyes that year–one ran from it all night, continually trying to leave his deathbed; the other simply closed his eyes and passed in peace.

 

My brother has pancreatic cancer. He fought the good fight and beat the odds for a very long time. A wizard with Chevy’s, custom paint and flames, and welding/fabricating. A royal pain in the ass growing up.

 

That he pass now in peace is all I would wish.

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Yours were always better, Joe

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Remember when? Yours was much better

 

Sleep well, my brother. You have a good heart, albeit a wayward one.

 

Can’t say it wasn’t a hell of a ride though.

 

 

 

One thing I learned specifically from you, Joe: Never take a Ford to a Chevy man.

 

I hear you laughing.

 

Peace.

 

 

 

 

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