I have finally talked to my brother. He is in the hospital and will be there for a few months. He is accepting the help he very desperately needs. His 15 year career in the military is over. He is still in need of prayers as he salvages his life and begins the process of starting over. But maybe this is just what he needs…a new beginning.

I took care of him when we were kids. I was more mom than big sister. I learned to cook standing on a chair when we couldn’t find our mom. I taught him to be quiet and out of sight when our dad was in a certain mood. I did my best to keep him out of trouble. We moved so much as military kids that he was my best friend as well as my little brother.  I will take care of him again. I have to…