My Second Father
My father died, when I was five. It was hard on us all. With
time the wounds healed. My brother, who is eight years
older than me, began to watch over my mother and me.
Taking on many more responsibilities than was expected
of him, I remember he made sure the trash was taken out,
and the yard mowed. He did this on his own, without being told
to do so.
Because of my father's death, my mother was forced to get
a full time job. My brother took it upon himself, to get up early
He would get me up for school, and make me breakfast. While
I was eating he would lay out my clothes, make my bed, and
gather my school books up.
Hand in hand we would walk to the bus stop. As we waited,
he would play games my father used to play with me. He did
his best to make me happy, and he succeeded every time.
When we arrived home from school, we were alone for about
a half hour, until mom was home from work. He would sit me
down with three cookies and a glass of milk. If I had home
work then this was the time I would do it. My brother would
start laundry, and do dishes if there were any. He would
find something for supper, and have everything ready for mom,
so she could start cooking.
Mom would greet us with a hug and kiss. This was our queue
to go outside and have some fun. This was my brother's time
to be a kid.
It was a Saturday in June a couple years later. My mother and
I were at the store. They had the Father's day cards out. I
stared at the rack of cards. My mom said "Honey, I know this
is a hard time for you." I said "No, mom that's not it. Why don't
they have Brother's day cards?"
She smiled and said, "You're right, your brother has definitely
been a father to you. Go ahead pick out a card." So I did, and
on Father's Day my mother and I sat my brother down and gave
him the card.
As he read it, I saw the tears forming in his eye's. I felt a lump
in my throat, as he threw his arms around me and my mother.
I heard the crackling in mom's voice as she said, "Son, your
father is proud of you, seeing that he raised a good man, and
that you do your best to fill his shoes. We love you, and thank
Addendum -- Philemon 1:7 "Your love, dear brother, has brought me great joy
and much encouragement! You have cheered the hearts of all of God's people."
[ Author unknown -- Submitted by Kent Ragsdale, and Cindy ]
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