I just learned that my older brother, Mark, died tonight from complications of a bladder infection. He was quadriplegic, from an accident almost exactly 30 years ago.
I will probably write an appreciation or elegy later on my blog: right now the following people need your prayers:
My Mom (his primary caregiver)
The rest of my family.
I've known for a couple years that his days were numbered: in a way, that helped my family and me prepare for the inevitable. That is a blessing. He lasted about twice as long as quads usually do; this too is a blessing.
May God be merciful to him...and to me for the ways I failed him.