I knew my husband’s brother only a brief moment in time. He
was this lovely, soft-spoken, forward-thinking United Methodist pastor who
believed everyone would be saved in the end, because he believed that is the
kind of God we love. When he first knew he would not survive the invasive
cancer, he called my husband and we immediately went to Kansas. That first day
we were there, he gave us a gift. It was quite unexpected. My husband and I had
been married only one year. We had unfortunate other marriages that ended in
other tragedies of one sort or another. We’d both made mistakes, acknowledged
those mistakes, worked hard to make those mistakes work, failed, grieved and
tried to move forward. That first day, as we traveled with Doug and his wife
Joyce to financial planners, banks, etc., to “get things in order,” Doug gave
us the gift. He said to Bob, “This time, you got it right!” The summer before
that gift, Doug and Joyce visited our home. Doug woke early mornings before the
rest of us opened our eyes. He, an inveterate hiker, walked our woods, swam in
our pool, embraced the nature that isn’t readily available in Kansas City. One
morning, he and Bob stood staring out the kitchen window at something happening
on the pond. I snapped a photo. “Brothers Before the Storm” is based on that
original photo, though it isn’t the same. It doesn’t have pots and pans hanging
in the background. They both don’t wear t-shirts. My husband’s long lost
mustache is gone. But it does, I believe, illustrate what happened then, what
happened later. These men loved each other and were best friends. They still
are. My husband (in the foreground) often says his brother pulled him from the muck. He alludes to a story of when he was stuck in the mud in a field in his rubber galoshes when he was 4 years old, and his brother, age 8, rescued him. But that wasn't the only rescue he performed.
"Brothers Before the Storm" oil on linen, 24 x 18
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