The Long Road

In the immidate days after the call billions of questions swarmed my head.
I first asked questions like why, and can I just turn back time.
There were also allot of the what if's: what if he loses his sight? what if he can't hear? what if he has brain damage? what if he doesn't know any of us?
I talked allot of these questions over with Tim, together we came to the conclusion that what ever it is we all will get thru together. If it's sight we'll all learn how to live blind, and if's it hearing then we'll learn sign language, and if he will never be able to work another day in his life, well then we'll do it for him.

Now is the recovery time, this is the hard part. He's my strong, bigger than me little brother, and he's stuck in a bed, normally curled on his side. He stares into space with a blank look, and even when he's looking at you, it feels like he's going right thru you or over you. He used to be so happy, allways with a smile, or that goofy laugh of his. Now it takes allot just to get him to slightly curl his lip into a semi smile. (which we all get very excited about)

He is still my little brother, and the biggest Hero in the world.
Regardless of how long, or how much it will take, we'll see him thru.
My niece's deserve to have the daddy they remember back;