He’s Okay!!

My brother was just found an hour from where he escaped. He told his dad he’s sorry for causing so much worry. We’re just glad he’s okay. He’s going to be held somewhere else now.


In Crisis Again

I woke up at two this morning to Ian on the phone saying ‘yes ma’am, we will.’ It was my mom; my brother escaped last night with another boy.

I have to call the cops on my own brother if he shows up at my door. I hope he does. I just want to know he’s okay.


Choices and Convenience

I have two aunts and a cousin who live in Aurora, Colorado. They’re all fine.

I was already relieved when I saw the movie theater on CNN and knew that it wasn’t the one they would have gone to. I didn’t know how afraid I was until that moment that I’d see the theater where we went to see The Lion King, all eleven of us.

I called my aunt Willi, who answered the phone with ‘we’re alive.’ We laughed together in relief, and I smiled at Ian, who was free to shower now that we knew we hadn’t suffered any losses.

It turns out that my aunt Lisa had been talking about going to see the movie last night, but as I said, their theater turned out to be the safe one anyway. They’re going to wait for the DVD.

We chatted a few minutes about my brother and Abby, but Willi had to get back to work, so we said our goodbyes and hung up.

In other family news, court did not go well for my brother. He will be spending the next five or six years in a facility about two and a half hours from us. I love my brother, very much, but I’m sorely disappointed in some of the choices he has made recently. I hope things get better for him.


The Things You Only Hear About

They have to happen to somebody, right?

You know my youngest brother, now fifteen, has been in and out of trouble since he was twelve. Stealing, breaking and entering, smoking pot, growing pot, selling pot, fighting.

My mom called me tonight. She had my stepdad take my brother’s girlfriend home after church this morning because she found out he got a tattoo. On his chest. Of a spider. From a friend. Hand-sized. I can only imagine what it looks like.

He told my mom he was going to kill his dad and then himself. He told her he had a gun. Then he went upstairs and got it, showed her it was loaded, and put it to his head. She talked him out of it, and he went out back and threw the gun in the canal.

My mom called my stepdad and told him and asked him to call the cops. When they showed up, he jumped in the canal, and they had to chase him all over the neighborhood before he fell off a roof and onto a pipe.

They had to take him to the ER for some X-rays, but I think he must be okay, because they took him to a mental health/substance abuse hospital halfway between there and here.

I talked to my mom last night, and she thought he was doing better. He hadn’t broken curfew all week, and he and his girlfriend were back together.

Some days life just keeps piling it on, doesn’t it? Nobody knows how long he’ll be there yet. At least it’s closer to us, if it’ll be a while. I love my brother, but I feel so helpless and far away.


Semi-good News!

The judge told my brother to straighten up or he’ll end up in jail. So hopefully he minds his darn P’s and Q’s until he has to go back again in three weeks!! Thanks again for all the well wishes!


Judgment Day

Please keep my brother in your thoughts and prayers today as he goes back to court–again.

I know I’m biased, being his (favorite) sister, but I promise you, he’s not a bad kid. He just had to do a lot of growing up on his own, and it’s hard to make every decision in your own best interest before you even know what your own best interests are.

Our mom’s illness has really taken a toll on the entire family, but most of all my youngest brother and stepdad. She’s spent well over a year in the hospital out of the past three due to cryoglobulinemia and other autoimmune complications. Of course my stepdad spent 24 hours a day worried sick about his wife. That’s no one’s fault either.

I know my brother needs to take some responsibility for his actions, but he hasn’t done anything to deserve the five year sentence that is a serious possibility. He never hurt anyone except the older kid he got in a fight with who was talking crap about our mom. He just grew a little pot. Five years? Come on.

And he’s a really good uncle. I’d like him to be around to continue that.