My Oldest Living Brother Passed Yesterday In Houston, Our Hometown
It was great news on the 15th for me making 8 years of recovery, then the day afterwards on the 16th, yesterday my brother passed at the hospital in Houston, Texas. He was one month from being 89 years old. His birthday would have been February 17th to make him 89. I guess God had other plans for him in heaven to call him home "saying job well done my servant." He is the brother I knew more than any of my other brothers. He has been in Houston living on the same street since before I was born. He build the house my mom and I lived in about 5 houses from him. He taught me to drive at 14 using his car and how to mow the lawn using a 2 wheel push mower.
That has been very hard for me last night in trying to sleep knowing he is gone on to heaven but I come back to my senses knowing every human has to travel that highway one day! We know not the day nor the hour but our time will come as sure as we were born. Saturday we celebrate his home going in Houston at 11am. I know already it will be a bit hard on me but I plan on staying strong as my darling wife will be by my side as usual.
I'm the 18th child of my mom and dad of which 12 lived pass pass 3 months, 6 didn't live very long after birth. Back then ALL births were done at home by a Mid Wife as they were called and still are in some cases. Had we been born in hospital I'm sure some of the six would have survived longer than they did. My mom was born in 1898 and had her first child at 15 in which was in 1913. I came alone in 1941 as the number 18th live birth with one set of twin girls. Today our family consist of three boys and two girls. One of the girls is one of the twins while the other one passed in 2009. They were born just ahead of me in in 1935.
Doing those times in most families as the kids got grown they left home and out on their own so a couple of my brothers I never knew or has seen in person until shortly before their deaths. I went off to the Army and was only home on occasions in my 22 years of service. I missed a lot of get togethers I'm sure where most of them would have been home since our mom was still living until 1981 when she was 83 years old but in great shape. I retired in 1979 so I was home for her passing. That hit me pretty hard too. She signed for me to enter the Army and told me then she would pray for me to come back home alive. I still put God first in my life and always will!
Fred!
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