I’m typically a very neutral, non emotional, hard to read, keep to myself guy. It’s not that I don’t have emotions or show them, but it’s pretty contained. I’m aware. All along, I’ve been level headed about this whole process and still overwhelmed with what my brother is doing for me. I feel those emotions creeping up on me in waves at times. A warm feeling, a stutter in my breath and then tears in my eyes. It’s uncomfortable for me to cry or feel these emotions. It hasn’t happened often in my life. For some odd reason, I’m almost ashamed of it, but know it perfectly normal.
Well, today was really one of those days. I came home from my last day of work for a few weeks and pulled up this blog and it just really hit me. Not sure what or why, but it grabbed me pretty good. I was alone, but still fought off the tears. My eyes watered and I had a minute. I don’t know what I’m afraid of, but I just don’t let myself let that stuff out.
I want to remember these feelings and so I post it here. I’m not ashamed, it’s just me. But I want to share that I am very grateful for what my brother is doing for me. I don’t take it lightly and appreciate it so incredibly. Love you brother.