My Brother Joey
Hello readers. Today is Valentine's day, Feb 14, 2012. I have to write this hub about my brother Joey because what he did today was so special to me, and special to my Mom. I called my family members today, as I was with my Mom, and I had sensed she was sad and lonely today, it being her first Valentine's as a widow. I told all my siblings to please remember to call Mom today or bring flowers. I had bought my Mom one red rose and I really wanted her to have a great day today and not be sad.
Well, as usual, Joey comes to the rescue. A few hours later, I get a call from him, asking me to go to the local florist so he could spend $50 on the most beautiful bouquet I've ever seen, letting me pick it out, just asking that there be 6 roses, and he sent the money over the phone to the florist.
Even though my Mom denied being sad because of her being a widow today, I knew she really was because she was making calls to the local church complaining how they had not given her the dates for the masses she's having offered for the repose of my father's soul. She was quite upset on the phone with her friend Gladys.
Valentine's Day is a tough day for many, but I think especially if you're a recent widow. Anyways, I was so excited to be told I could go pick out a beautiful bouquet, worth $50! It just put the icing on the cake for my Mom's day, and she was so happy.
So, thinking of this, I thought I'd write a hub on Joey, my brother. I wanted to point out the things he did for my dad because I think he deserves the credit. :-) I will be talking about the three years when my dad was sick, before he passed away on November 30, 2011. It hasn't been a long time for us, but I feel ready to talk about it. Joey is not the only one in my family who has been super to my mom and dad, but this one's for Joe! So here we go!
So, let's talk about what Joey did for my dad, because that in itself is pretty incredible!
Making An Old Man Happy
I never quite understood the bond between Joe and my dad because I was not close to my dad most of my life. My brother Joey was named after my dad's favorite brother, Joseph, our favorite uncle who was always so generous and nice.
Joey also looks alot like my dad did when he was younger, he has the same platnim blonde hair that my dad used to have. Anyways, I guess Joey understood my dad in ways that I did not, and the two of them had some kind of comradery, and got closer as the years went on. Joey really knew how to make my dad laugh! My dad really supported in his personal endeavors, and Joe I think found that invaluable in his life, and so he really went all out to support dad in his last years. Not to mention they had a lot in common, both working for the Post Office and being great at self advocating for themselves and others.
What kinds of stuff did Joe do?
Well, Joey has a really funny sense of humor. He's quite wacky I say at times! LOL! He would visit my dad in the hospital and sleep over on the chair or get a cot for a few days overnight and keep dad company. He had a ball flirting with the nurses and telling them how wonderful they were, making sure dad got good care. He brought a big cigar into the hospital with him and took a picture of dad with it in his mouth, as my dad always loved to smoke cigars and couldn't anymore of course.
I don't remember all the things Joe did, I just know he spent months of his time flying from Minnesota to stay with dad when dad was ill. Dad loved Joe's company.
A few days before dad went into the hospital for the last time, my dad was sad, and he was with me, my Mom, and my sister. I wanted to cheer him up, and to get him to so smile for a photo I said, "Dad, Joey's coming to visit soon! Smile for Joey!" And Dad did give a big smile. Whatever thoughts Joe and Dad shared in their long conversations together I'll never know, but yes they had a special bond.