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Wednesday, May 31, 2006

Undeniable Sense Of Dread

I have an older brother. He's 52.

My brother is my cross to bear in life. He is the one who from time to time, winds up homeless, stranded on the west coast in need of planefare, or stricken with some ghastly disease and fearing for his life. Every now and then, my brother turns to me because he has no where else to turn. He's the guy who got jumped one night a few years ago, and ended up losing an eye as a result.

Anyway, my brother has had absolutely no luck in life. Partly his fault, partly not. Neither here nor there. In an indirect way, he was a victim of 9-11. He had finally found a decent paying job with benefits, working for Delta Airlines. He got himself an affordable apartment in a Boston suburb, and was working toward some sort of retirement. Then Nine-Eleven happened, and Delta has been just barely avoiding bankruptcy ever since. End result? He lost his job. (What else is new? The poor guy has absolutely no luck.)

As the months have gone by, he has been unable to find another job. So, for some strange reason, he decided to try relocating to San Diego.

I brought him to the airport this morning. He left with one suitcase, and one carryon. He's staying with a friend, who's given him 8 weeks to find a job and a place to live. All well and good.

But, as I hugged him goodbye at the airport this morning, I was overcome with this horrible, terrible, undeniable sense that I will never see him alive again.

Right now, I feel so horribly sad.

7 Comments:

At 1:15 PM, Anonymous Anonymous said...

Hi there, remember me? I stopped blogging cause no one was reading my crap! ):

I will make sure to visit often.

Jos

 
At 6:24 PM, Blogger Sybil said...

Yes, I remember you. I always enjoyed reading your crap :)

Get your blog going again! (and send me the link)

 
At 6:51 PM, Anonymous Anonymous said...

Don't you hate those dreaded premonitions? Drive me crazy. Pray for him. If he is not doing it for himself at least someone is doing it on his behalf.

 
At 7:50 PM, Blogger nexy said...

i remember one instance in which i contacted my sister to ask for money. i was living in los angeles, had no job and no money, and was almost out of food. the next day, i had planned to go to the local shelter for a meal. i was fortunate - a check arrived in the mail that day. that was about the closest i had been to poor in my life. i moved out at the end of that month, and rode home, 3000 miles, after getting a loan from the bank to finance the trip. i don't remember how i managed that with no money or job. it might have been one of those checking accounts with a built in loan thing.

anyway, i wish the best for your brother, and hope your premonition proves unwarranted.

 
At 1:22 PM, Blogger L said...

oh man, i have a sibling like that too. he is my favorite too!

 
At 1:57 AM, Blogger Jos said...

Well, I started the blog. I am tryng to get the hang of it, so forgive the crappy way it looks. I can't figure out how to link yet. . .

My blogger name is:

 
At 1:59 AM, Blogger Jos said...

Well, I started bloggin again. . .my blog needs some serious fine-tuning; hopefully I can get it decent-looking soon. I hope the link displaus below.

Cheers,
Jos

 

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