Eddie © 2014 llpeltier All Rights Reserved
My brother, Eddie, is on my mind this morning. He was born in 1944 at a time when all those diagnosed with Down Syndrome were institutionalized.
My brother was blessed to be born to a woman, tenacious and strong, who demanded to raise her baby at home.
Eddie out lived many of the professionals who made claims that he would not live beyond infancy, adolescence, then his teens. He proved them all wrong by living till the age 60 when he ended his life journey nine years ago today.
If you knew Eddie, you would be one of the many who doubted the notion that he was “mentally challenged.” He knew how to work a room and was strategic in getting what he wanted. There was not much he wanted from life that he did not get.
Eddie was my sibling who spent the most time with me. He taught me my alphabet, numbers and important life lessons about being kind and accepting of those who are different than us.
Laura and Eddie © 2013 llpeltier All Rights Reserved
For some reason, Eddie called me “Larry” for most of my life. I did not know why it just was his way. After I gave birth to my son, Louis, Eddie began to call me “Laura.” When I asked him what was up with that, he said: “You’re a mother, now.” In true Eddie logic, that was that.
When I close my eyes and picture him, it is with his silly grin, giggling, hula dancing and rubbing his hands together. I can still hear him teasing me “Hey, Larry, wanna dance?” Always, Eddie. I will always be ready to dance with you.
Today I am thankful
- Those who are gone but never forgotten
- My Increased walking is paying off
- Another sunny fall day
A friend of mine was the recipient of paying it forward this weekend. What you send out into the universe will be returned to you. Do something kind for someone today.
affectionately yours, Laura