My brother has had more physical pain than I can ever even imagine. He’s managed to keep himself off the painkillers and just keeps plodding along. I am so proud of him. Yes, he frustrates me sometimes, he is still that same nagging, teasing brother he’s always been. He has a heart of gold. He would give you his last breathe if you needed or wanted it.
On the way home from the hospital, he sang this song over and over. The hospital is a long way from home. I am afraid it will be stuck in my head forever. Of course every time I ask him a question about how he is doing or what he needs, the chorus comes belting out.
I am fearful that when it comes to the time we have to select the headstone it must might have to say
“Pretty good, not bad, I can’t complain, but actually everything is just about the same.”
It would really be fitting as I hear it at least 50 times a day. I will let you know if he goes before I do, because if he does it’s my decision.