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I Salute my Almost Forty Year Old Brother this Memorial Day Weekend

I do not like war. I wish with all my heart it did not have to be. But I salute all the men and women who have sacrificed so much, many times their lives, to protect our freedom. I’ve always been grateful, but I feel a bigger tug at my heart this Memorial Day weekend because my “little” brother, Keith, almost forty years old, is overseas. He will turn forty in June- usually a milestone in many lives- and he will be in a foreign land.

You may recall in earlier posts this year where I shared that my brother, who we affectionately called Ke-Ke when he was a small boy, joined the National Guards at 38 years old. He quit smoking, and left his family behind to pursue his dream. Most go off to boot camp at the tender age of eighteen or nineteen so Keith had his work cut out for him. But he did it, and I was so proud of him.

Since then I’ve gotten to see a side of him that is strong, proud, passionate, and determined. The mind and heart are powerful things. He set his mind to accomplish his goal and followed his heart knowing the risks- knowing he would need to leave everything behind. That takes a tremendous amount of courage.

So on this Memorial Day weekend I salute you little bro— You are my hero!

Anticipation of Lunch with A Soldier


My brother Keith

What is it, I wonder, that has me so weepy?  I was weepy last night and again, I am this morning. It feels like a bittersweet weepy.

Today I am having lunch with a soldier. In anticipation of today I couldn’t get this out of my mind last night, so I sat and wrote this:

Unexpected

Baby boy, 6/22/1972

Nick named Ke Ke

Cute as a bug

Adored by two sister’s

Unexpected boy of his own

Troubled

Searching

Married

A little girl of his own

Divorced

Troubled

Searching

New Wife

New Family

Searching

39 years old

A dream

Boot camp

National Guard

Pending deployment

Determined

Proud

Honorable

Courageous

Committed

Brave

My Brother, A Soldier

Departure, February

Kuwait

Standing Tall

My heart weeps while swells all at the same time with pride

Be safe… and know you are loved…

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This is a time line in my mind of how I see how my brother Keith’s life has unfolded to date.

My brother and I are nine years apart. Because of the age difference, I’ve never really felt all that involved in his life. But I feel we are so much alike. I see his cute little face clearly in my mind as a little boy- and oh, how my sister and I adored that little guy.

My little brother who we adoringly called Ke Ke when he was little

Today I’m having lunch with him before he heads overseas to Kuwait. Yes, the war is officially over, but yet this is a risk. A risk that I think, is why my heart feels so weepy.

But I also know this has been a dream of his… to be in the National Guards. At the age of 38 he went after that dream- went through boot camp with the young ones- and I imagine learned a lot about himself in the process.

How many of us can say we went after our dream– dared to risk it all– to live from our heart?  That is why I am so proud. It’s not always an easy thing to do. It takes courage, no matter what your dream.

So my heart weeps with utter joy and pride, but also a bit of apprehension for the mission ahead of him.

Risk. Truth. Courage


“Its hard to tell the truth, but once told, it’s hard to keep it back.” ~Sharon Green

My brother, 9-years younger than me, became a soldier at 38-years old. Joined the National Guards, quit smoking, went off to boot camp and followed his heart just last year.

A troubled young man for much of his youth – in what seems an instant,  he changed and went after what he wanted for his life. I couldn’t be more proud.

Our difference in age had me not much involved with his life- but it never meant I didn’t love him or care about him. We lived our own lives- finding our own way. That has always seemed to be an understanding between us.

Little did I know that by finding his courage to join the National Guards at what most would say was “too old” he would recently  help me build my courage to share some truth I had been holding in for quite some time.

A truth that was hard for me because I realized how deep it ran for me to  not want to disappoint others, but now facing full on that I had only been disappointing myself. It was, and still is, a hard place for me to be… but I’m beginning to see the light of some blessings that have come to light.

My “little” brother leaves for overseas soon, after the holidays, and will be gone for a year. Though the war is “officially” over it is still a risk. One he is willing to take for what he believes in. That risk he believes in led him to wanting to clear up other issues in his life before he leaves, which helped led me to clear some issues too. Though still painful for me, it is a gift, I realize… he helped me to speak my truth… which I can feel in time will only lead me down the road to more of who I am. I can feel it, but not quite see it, but I know it’s there. I truly believe he helped take me a step further in my evolution. For that I am grateful. Truly and deeply grateful.

My “little” brother who may have thought he didn’t have validation in what he had to say for so many years gave me another piece of courage to live more fully into what I want for my life. So I want to be sure to say thank you the only way I know how, which is through my writing. Thank you. Thank you. May God be with you as you travel afar and know you will be held tightly in my heart. Godspeed.

“This brings rest to my heart. I feel like a leaf after a storm, when the wind is still.” ~Petalasharo, Pawnee from 365 Days of Walk the Red Road, The Native American Path to Leading A Spiritual Life Every Day.”