My dear little brother, “Stu-pot” –
I remember the day you were born, such an adorable little boy with hair that stood up like a little palm tree. You were almost three years old before you started talking. We used to say that was because you were busy observing the world and storing knowledge in that amazing brain of yours. I always felt protective of you when you were little, since I was the oldest and you were the ‘baby'—teased and tickled mercilessly by the two in the middle, Bo and Becky. ?
You breezed through school almost effortlessly – high school did not have enough math classes to offer you, having taken Trig in your freshman year! Meanwhile, I struggled to understand Algebra and hated to ask dad for help because I would be up until 3am, with dad explaining rocket science to me (I just needed help with one problem!) You and dad were so much alike and it was no wonder you were so close because none of the rest of us could understand half of your conversations.
You were always sweet, caring and had a big heart. Though you were accused at times of “foot in mouth disease”, ( i.e., saying things that came out the wrong way and not how you intended), we knew you meant well. Your sense of humor was always there, even when MS robbed you of your short term memory. There was a time where you had a high fever and had a seizure, I remember rushing to the ER to check on you. I walked in and you smiled at me. I asked you if you knew who I was and you smiled at me and nodded ‘yes'. I asked you, “what's my name?” And you replied, “Very Nice”. It touched my heart because I knew that, even though you were disoriented, the love between us as siblings was unbroken.
I am so angry that MS took away so much from your life over the last 30 years. So unfair! You did not deserve this, but only God knows why. It was painful to watch you suffer through so many surgeries, infections, seizures, and yet you would still manage a kiss, a smile, and general interest in our lives. There were many times you would call and talk politics for hours, and I didn't quite understand all the fascination you had with it and I would get antsy. It wasn't until you lost your short term memory that I actually took an interest and became passionate about politics too, but could not discuss it with you anymore. I longed for your phone calls that no longer came. You would be so proud of me now!
I miss you so much, but I am rejoicing that you are in Heaven, free at last and are now whole again!
I am so grateful that you had Sylvia by your side all these years. Your devotion to each other is to be admired. We should all take a lesson from you two, a perfect example of unconditional love. Don't worry about Sylvia, we are all here for her until the day we see you again.
Rest in peace, my sweet Stu. Give my love to those loved ones who have gone before us. I'll love you for all eternity!
Your big sis,