J o e- theBROTHER…49 years in 10 minutes flat!
QUICK CLICK for full, crazy, sentimental effect: The mood music
My little brother, Joe, turns 49 today. When we were little, when we were “Jeanie and Joey” way back when, he was my best friend and confidante. I was bossy and he needed to be bossed. I was forthright and opinionated and he was the gentle listener who appreciated my opinions. I talked. He listened and drew pictures. He became an accomplished artist and I, a talker.
One time he quietly saved me from drowning and another time he saved me from something much worse. He risked a lot to be in my corner during a really hard time…or two. He has spent his life teasing me, tormenting me, aggravating me and protecting me. I have spent mine acting like I am always right and challenging him to boxing matches (which I win, of course, because gentle Joe would never hurt a girl).
For a lot of years, marriage and raising kids and careers and life made what we once shared so closely (he was my first nap and room-mate) a sweet, but distant memory. But then the melancholy of years and a deep, abiding love reminded us to reset our priorities and to be not only a brother and his big sister (he now calls me his “little sister” which is all the more reason to love him), but to be friends – the kind who are God-sent and will never let you go. For that is what I have in Joe.
During those interim, busy-life years, I once almost lost Joe permanently and I didn’t even know. I was living my own life and he was dying, coding repeatedly one night after he collapsed doing police work at the airport. Thinking now about what I’d have missed if he hadn’t made it makes me nag him and check his pacemaker for malfunction when I see him. His strong, steady heartbeat is very important to me.
He was my first best-friend. At times, moving around like we did as kids, he was my only friend. Now? Friends to the end!
Forgive my sentimentality, but I have put together 10 minutes (!!!) of pictures of me and ‘the Joey.’ And I added “mood music” because this is how I want to tell him how happy I am that he was born on April 14, 1961. Plus I am all melancholy and sentimental.
I know you are probably thoroughly embarrassed now, Joe-Joe, but I don’t care. It is what I do. You KNOW I’ve got the “Joey-Joey-Joey-Joey
down in my heart!” And I love ya! HAPPY BIRTHDAY! So glad, so so glad you were born to be MY brother!