Will I thought it was time to share with you the rest of my story. I should of started with the very beginning of how strange things happened before my brother passed away but I'm new at this so please bear with me.
My brother became ill the end of January 2007 and then the first week of February is when he was diagnosed with leukemia. I have to say it was the worst day of both our lives. For several months my brother spent most of his time in the hospital. It was truly a very difficult time for both of us.
I spent most of my time at the hospital with him and I even quit working because I needed to be with him as much as possible. My brother did stay with me at my home for a week but he was very sick so he had to be readmitted back in the hospital. Most of the time his son who is 29 years old and my kids would stay with me at the hospital and he loved the company.
Will one day we all left him for a few hours after his breakfast and I had to go looking for my sister, she has a lot of problems. I found her at the park with this horrible guy anyways I chased him away from her and I took her home. I then hurried back to the hospital because I wanted to make it on time to feed my brother his lunch and my kids and nephew went with me.
As soon as I walked into my brother's room he looked up at me and said are you ok I was worried about you fighting I thought someone hurt you. I was kind of shocked and my family definitely was because we knew there was no way possible my brother could have known what happened.
My brother was in a lot of pain so a month or two before his passing he was unable to hold the phone to his ear so we would always hold it for him if he wanted to talk. I knew he didn't talk to any one on the phone and I even questioned the nurses. All of them said they didn't help him with the phone. I kind of let that incident go by but one day again my family and I left the hospital for a few hours and I told my brother that I would be back to feed him lunch. My family and I decided to return a little bit early and we were all starving so we went to the hospital cafeteria. We all were undecided what to get and they were serving tacos and we thought about buying the tacos but we all decided to get something different.
After we ate we all went up to my brother's room and that's when we all got the shock of our lives. My brother looked at me and said sister why didn't you get the tacos those would have been good. I didn't know how to respond to his question at first and my family looked very confused. I finally was able to speak after a few minutes and I said brother what are you doing following me around town and he said I sure am with the biggest smile on his face.
To this day I really feel he was telling me the truth that somehow he was following me. He always knew what we were talking about and we were no where near the hospital. It was very strange. My kids would always ask me how he knew things and I always told them the truth that I didn't have the answer.
One more thing that happened that was very shocking to me and very sad was one day I was so upset because the Doctor's kept on explaining to me that my brother was terminally ill and he was going to pass away soon. I was in denial for a long time so after the Doctor talked to me I left my brother's room for a while. I went to the chapel and I prayed. I asked GOD to take away my brother's illness and to take me instead; I was completely by myself praying.
After that I went back to his room. By that time my oldest daughter and nephew were visiting him and my brother said to me, "sis I wouldn't wish this on any one you don't want this." He then said, "you have to face reality I'm going to leave soon and you can't stop it." Some how he knew that I prayed and asked that GOD take me instead. I'm not sure how he knew such things but he did. My family and I talk about all the incidents that occurred before he left us and I finally told them about my praying incident.
I definitely want to finish my first story I just felt a need to tell what happened before his passing. About a week before he left us I asked my brother to watch over us when's he's gone, he said he would. My brother would always tell us how he will miss us and we knew how much he loved us. He slipped into a coma on a Saturday and that following Monday he passed.