Tuesday, November 13, 2007
Well last week I was going to bed at 4am and now this week I’m getting up at that time. Trumpets blared from my cell phone alarm clock sending my wife and I several feet in the air this morning so that I could get my Dad to the hospital for double valve surgery. The staff here have been very nice and reassuring. My dad was in good spirits going in, joking with the nurses and telling me not to “be eating with my teeth” when he took’m out. No problem Dad. So here I sit in the waiting room with tons of hope and faith that he’ll come through this thing with flying colors…but with not a lot of hope for my brother, David. I hung out with him some yesterday. I was there for an hour before a nurse showed up. He was really thirsty so I kept having to give him more orange soda and it made me wonder how parched he would have been had I not been there. His nurse was saying that people in his condition usually last about two weeks. I finally let it get to me last night. You can only keep the pain in for so long. He’s the one person you can blame for me pushing myself to be a better songwriter and musician, just trying to keep up with and impress him. We were a really good team. We had years of fun together, whether it was a spontaneous trip to NYC (on the phone, “hold that plane!”) or just standing on the same corner of the high school hallway together for an entire year. His insight was priceless and awe inspiring. I hate that the world outside of Raleigh wasn’t privy to his wit. There I go talking in the past tense, I gotta quit doing that…for now.