Yesterday was a sad day. I went to the funeral of my friends 35 year old brother. Apparently their dad died in his early 30s also. It was sad for me to see the family of this young man so devastated. I could not help thinking about my baby brother who has his life so screwed up. Lesley, Carey's brother had diabetes and dealt with the complications on a daily basis. My brother, Tom, is healthy. (at least I think he is.) Lesley, had outwardly excepted the Lord and told people about his faith although he did not go to church he had a strong faith in God. My brother is not saved. Lesley has a daughter who is 16 and crushed. My brother has a 2 year old whom he adores.
My brother is a mess at times, he lives with an abusive woman who tries to control his every move. He puts up with it because of his son. It breaks my heart. Every few weeks they have a knock down drag out fight where usually my brother gets hauled away, because who could believe this man could be dominated by the small framed woman he lives with. Monday night was one of those nights. He started drinking again, that's a big problem for him. He says he wants to stand up get a job, because he is not allowed to work another woman may look at him and want him. SO he stays at home and watches my nephew while she works. He says he wants to get a job and place of his own, so he can file for custody of Tyler and be rid of all the other aggravation. I pray he does; I am so afraid I will be going to a funeral of another 30 something year old in the near future and it will be my own brother. My heart breaks when I think about it.