My brothers

     Our parents always said they raised two sets of family because my brother is 12 years older than me. He was out of the house when I got old enough to fuss and fight, but I imagine we made up for it over the years especially when email came along. No, I remember I mailed him one and got somebody else mail. I have mentioned I will do anything to get my point across. Every time we see each other, we love to hit and tell Mom. I think she got a kick out of that. But, as we grew older and texting came out, we grew closer. When something happened, I texted Willie, and he would help. When our parents were sick, I texted him.
     We thought we were always stay in SC, but one Christmas Willie and Skip popped up and said, “We are moving to NC, and you all are too.” Dad didn’t argue, and my life was the same as it has been, so I said OK. Mom was trill. Willie and Skip moved in February, and unexpectedly we moved in August than December because our trailer sold within two weeks. Willie, Skip and the rest of the family had to work fast to make Granddaddy’s livable until the houses were built. They put in a new shower so I can take a shower for myself. Willie brought a lower bed for me.
     When they were doing our house, Willie and Skip picked mostly did everything that would be easier for us. They requested space under the countertop for a microwave. They requested two walk-in showers. After the house was done, Willie and Skip put in another clothes rack so I could reach my clothes.
      Everyday Willie came over to check on us. We ate together some nights.
     While Dad dying, he and Skip made all the funeral arrangements. Then, he looked after Mom and me.
     When Mom was in the hospital, he made sure I was eating. He came each other day and took me home for a shower and reloaded my bag. After Mom was put in ICU, he and I stayed with her and came home each night while our aunt stayed with Mom. In every decision about Mom, we talked it out. When it was time, we both agreed Mom was ready to be with Dad.
     Since Mom died, Willie have been there for me. His off days are on Wednesdays, and we go to Cracker Barrel and run errors we have for the week. He takes me for groceries shopping. He always picks me up to put me in the van and will get me out regardless of what I say. When we are just by ourselves, we talk. That is so special to me.
     He usually brings me supper. We have a schedule, so he doesn't have to call me to ask me. Monday, I have KFC and Friday is Burge King. Tuesday nights and Saturday nights, Willie, Skip, and Aunt Allice eat over here unless they have Saturday plans. If so, I pick something, Sunday nights I get Wendy.
     He, Skip and I decided to clean the house so we can handle things better. I moved into the master bedroom so I could have a bathroom to myself. We put pictures on the wall, changed the kitchen and cleaned up. People might say that we got rid of your parents. No, we didn’t. They would be proud of how we rearranged the house. We kept things that were special to them.
     Willie is always amazing when I go to the dentist. They let him stay with me. He held onto my leg, and he could feel me when I needed a break.
      Skip drops me off Sunday morning at church and picks me up afterward. When he brings me home, he warms my food and sets everything up. When Willie can’t get super, Skip will,
     I love you, Willie and Skip!!