Grace in Small Things No. 962 Goes Out For My Brother Wade
- Over Christmas, I got to visit my older brother with my family. I don't visit him very often, so I inhaled all of it as deep as I could.
- He lives in a full-time care facility with kind staff and a variety of things to do, and he is happy and healthy there. I know this is rare for people with his level of mental and physical disabilities, and I am so grateful that this has been his home for over 25 years.
- He is in his late forties, and the soft fringe that is left of his hair makes him look softer somehow. He is too large and he would never allow it, but I want to gather him up and hold him like a baby.
- We are so separated communication-wise by our differing abilities, but we always know each other no matter how much time has passed.
- He looked me right in the eye while we were singing Christmas carols for him, and he beamed his ecstatic happiness at me. This was possibly only the third time in our whole lives that he has connected with me directly in this manner, and I nearly wept on the floor where I sat at his feet.