My Brother My Brother
July 4,
2000
Knowing I had three older sisters, I felt I was being watched over. When receiving my birth certificate and saw that I had another sibling, Ohhh how I hoped I had an older brother. Like I told my sisters when we met, "I must have done something right". This is how I felt, being it had been so many years, and that our reunion was so special.
I cannot recall the circumstances, but when I read my fathers obituary seeing I had a brother my heart was overwhelmed. His name is Reggie, and is my oldest sibling. Pictured below is our first picture together.
December 2, 1995
Along with myself, Reggie and Judy were also given up for adoption. Fortunately they were both adopted by the same family, so were able to grow up together. Reggie was told by our mother that I was dead. I can't say if she was right or wrong in saying this, but it was what she felt. Only Reggie can say how he felt when learning I was alive. All he was able to tell me is that his heart was fulled with joy.
July 4,
2000
Along with many men, Reggie served in the Vietnam War. He was a Medic, and served through 3 Tours. Reggie was wounded during one of his Tours. He walks with a limp, as he can not bend his left leg.
He also suffers from PTSD. We do not talk about very often, but Reggie saw four of his comrades killed in a hellicopter in front of him. Two of which were nurses that were very close to him. He feels a lot of guilt as he was suppose to be on the chopper.
During his Tours, Reggie received many Medals. He is a very proud man and served his Country well. He was only doing his job, "he said" so didn't want to be acknowledged for what he was sent over there to do. Except for the medal that is pictured above, all of his medals have been placed (in the memory) of those he lost at the Vietnam Wall.
I am so very proud of my brother.
