Sunday, March 27, 2011

I spent yesterday with my brother Chrissy. It was my first visit to the rehab center as I had returned to Cleveland on Monday before his transfer to Mercy.  As I weaved my way through the hallways I spied Chris rolling down the hall in his wheels. The sight of him, upright and smiling, took my breath away, and my heart felt like it was going to explode with pride right out of my chest.  The last time I had seen my brother he was having stomach complications, his blood pressure was on the low side and he had been laying in his bed at Presby feeling a little miserable. I couldn't believe that the man sitting before me maneuvering about with ease was the same one. But then again, I could believe it. He is a superhero after all...

Chris wanted to get some fresh air so we took the elevator down to the ground floor and rolled outside for awhile. The sky was so blue and the cold air was invigorating. We sat in the sun for almost an hour talking about our family, his progress, and how next time, I was going to take the orange safety cones that I spied nearby, steal a wheelchair from the lobby, and race him through our very own obstacle course!

Jen joined us and it was a poignant hour spent planning the future and counting our blessings. Shortly after, I kissed and hugged him goodbye before Chrissy left for PT.  I watched him from afar as he  began working on sitting balance and tapping a balloon back and forth with another therapist. I was mesmerized by his focus, strength, and grace. I blew him a kiss and teary-eyed headed for the exit.

I am humbled by my brother's tenacity, will, and spirit. We can all learn something about leading a life filled with purpose and living courageously and authentically from him. I can't wait to see where his hard work takes him next. Please, all of you, keep praying, and dear brother, keep fighting.