There for Each Other公开课_中小学教育教学资料.docxVIP

There for Each Other There’s no other love like the love for a brother. Theres no other love like the love from a brother. ~Astrid Alauda My father is funny, smart, hardworking and loving. He taught me to drive, throw a baseball and fish. One other thing my dads good at is holding a bit of a grudge. For most of my teen years, he didn’t speak to his younger brother, although they were at many family functions together. I was never sure why my dad was so angry with my uncle in the first place. But they spent many Christmases, Thanksgivings and Easter Sundays seated at opposite ends of the table. It was simply something that we all accepted at the time. When I was nineteen, I got a call in my college dorm that my dad was having serious medical problems. My mom and grandmother picked me up in the middle of the night so l could be there the next day when he was scheduled to transfer to a better hospital. I didnt sleep that night. not a wink. I tossed, turned and was almost delirious when we arrived at the hospital early the next morning before the transfer. That morning, as my mom and I walked down the hallway of the hospital. we could see straight into my dad’s room. A tall man wearing a stylish suit stood over my father’s bed with his back to us. Casually, my mom remarked how nice it was for the doctor to come by to see my dad so early in the morning. But through my sleepless fog, something about the scene struck me as odd. The man with his back to us was standing very quietly and still, looking down, but he was holding both of my dad’s hands in his own. Not typical doctor behavior. I stopped cold in my tracks and whispered softly to my mom, “That’s not a doctor.” I knew right away it was my uncle. But, little did I know, I would continue to reflect on that quiet moment for decades. And it would be the beginning of something truly wonderful. The hours and days that followed were some of the most trying of my young years. My dad had had a brain aneurysm and ended up in