Little Greggie

This post is for my brother, Greg. It's not going to be long, and most of you won't understand what it's about, but that's okay. I don't even really know why I'm posting anything here. It's not like I can't tell him how I feel, because I can and I do. But I just felt compelled to say something here about how much I love him and hate what he is going through.

I can't tell you how many times Mama has said, "Greg has a heart of gold."

He does.

He is very opinionated and in most cases very abrasive and harsh with his words (what he calls "passionate" comes across as him being a jerk). He is, unfortunatley, a pessimist and a very cynical person.

BUT - he will do anyhing for the people that he cares about.

This is such a tiny little example, but he was over at our house tonight. I was sitting down to eat my pizza and realized that Josh brought me a Diet Coke from the basement refrigerator instead of the Classic Coca-Cola that I wanted. I expressed my disappointment and asked if he would get me one since I didn't have shoes on and didn't want to go into the basement with bare feet. He said, halfway jokingly, "No, get Greg to go get you one." He totally did not really mean for Greg to go get me a Coke, but Greg was already up and on his way to the basement door as soon as that comment came out of Josh's mouth. Greg didn't even think twice about it. He wasn't even eating pizza with us. He was just over, hanging out, talking with us.

I know that is such a minor little thing that he did for me, but that's just the way he is. He will do anything for you.

And to see him going through such a hard, hard time in his life is painful to me. I wish I could snap my fingers and make everything okay for him. Everything will be okay, but it's going to take a while for it to get there.

I love you, Greg, and I can't wait for the day that you are truly happy again.