Mario III
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Before the overdose Mario and I really were not speaking at all. In fact things had gotten to a point where I thought I lost our relationship as it had once been. In rehab I tried to reconnect and he seemed willing, but his actions said something completely different.
Mario was at the hospital everyday for a week until he had to go back to work and I know that time must have been terrible painful for him not only because we were brothers, but we had worked so hard since his teen years to become friends as well. On two occasions my mother had to call him because the doctors believed I would be gone by days end and so he came. Then the miraculous happened, I fought back and survived when many believed I had really done my self in this time.
Mario came to visit me also when I was starting to remember the days pass by. It was nice to have him there and somehow the past was no longer important and it seemed all things had been forgiven, but not forgotten. I was not to really know this for a few more months. It was not until Oct/Nov that we had started to really reconnect as we once did. We would call each other and talk about our day as we had once done. Most importantly I was allowed back into his home where I was welcomed like the brother I had been in times past.
I had adopted a dog, Precious, and I really did adopt her too early so Mario and his wife Chris took her in for me. They had her for about a month when Thanksgiving came and I was asked to take care of their the dogs, Max, Valentine, and Shadow who they love so dearly. When they asked me to take care of their dogs and home I knew I had been forgiven and I was back in my brothers life again. I can't tell you how much that meant to me. To not only be reunited and welcomed, but to be trusted was a gift I did not for see for many years to come. I really had damaged our relationship quite badly, but here I was in their home alone with the love of their lives. When they returned I took Precious home to be with me, she had been a handful and I decided they had done more than enough for me.
The best experience I had with my brother to date was how he greeted my love, Steve. He was kind and friendly and even Chris went out of her way to be charming, which is not a word most people would use to describe her. I know they did it for me, but as time passed they saw what a good guy he was and they just really made him feel at home. Steve was surprised by how open and kind they were, he was really touched. They took us out to dinner and a movie, then they shocked us by inviting us to stay in their spare bed room. I was taken aback with the loving kindness they were showing the both of us. That will be a memory that will be with me for many years to come.
I have a new lease at life and my family is one aspect of it. I am so grateful I did not die and have to be buried leaving so much pain behind. Today I can write the ending to my life story not forgetting the past, but using it to make better choices and to impact life in a positive way.
I love my life today.
Before the overdose Mario and I really were not speaking at all. In fact things had gotten to a point where I thought I lost our relationship as it had once been. In rehab I tried to reconnect and he seemed willing, but his actions said something completely different.
Mario was at the hospital everyday for a week until he had to go back to work and I know that time must have been terrible painful for him not only because we were brothers, but we had worked so hard since his teen years to become friends as well. On two occasions my mother had to call him because the doctors believed I would be gone by days end and so he came. Then the miraculous happened, I fought back and survived when many believed I had really done my self in this time.
Mario came to visit me also when I was starting to remember the days pass by. It was nice to have him there and somehow the past was no longer important and it seemed all things had been forgiven, but not forgotten. I was not to really know this for a few more months. It was not until Oct/Nov that we had started to really reconnect as we once did. We would call each other and talk about our day as we had once done. Most importantly I was allowed back into his home where I was welcomed like the brother I had been in times past.
I had adopted a dog, Precious, and I really did adopt her too early so Mario and his wife Chris took her in for me. They had her for about a month when Thanksgiving came and I was asked to take care of their the dogs, Max, Valentine, and Shadow who they love so dearly. When they asked me to take care of their dogs and home I knew I had been forgiven and I was back in my brothers life again. I can't tell you how much that meant to me. To not only be reunited and welcomed, but to be trusted was a gift I did not for see for many years to come. I really had damaged our relationship quite badly, but here I was in their home alone with the love of their lives. When they returned I took Precious home to be with me, she had been a handful and I decided they had done more than enough for me.
The best experience I had with my brother to date was how he greeted my love, Steve. He was kind and friendly and even Chris went out of her way to be charming, which is not a word most people would use to describe her. I know they did it for me, but as time passed they saw what a good guy he was and they just really made him feel at home. Steve was surprised by how open and kind they were, he was really touched. They took us out to dinner and a movie, then they shocked us by inviting us to stay in their spare bed room. I was taken aback with the loving kindness they were showing the both of us. That will be a memory that will be with me for many years to come.
I have a new lease at life and my family is one aspect of it. I am so grateful I did not die and have to be buried leaving so much pain behind. Today I can write the ending to my life story not forgetting the past, but using it to make better choices and to impact life in a positive way.
I love my life today.
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