A New Baby

I am 2 years, 11 months & 1 day older than my baby brother. My very earliest memory is bringing him home from the hospital. I guess when you've ruled the roost for 2 years, 11 months & 1 day, and then here comes competition, you would remember!! Daddy, my Ma-Maw Forshee (our great-grandmother) and I went to the hospital to pick up Mommy and the new baby. I remember driving up a hill to the front of the hospital - the old Schumpert Memorial in Shreveport. Daddy disappeared through the door and it seemed a life-time later re-emerged with Mommy and something all wrapped up in a blanket in her arms. Ma-Maw got in the backseat with me and Daddy handed her the bundle. I stood up beside her all the way home (waaaaay before carseats) and couldn't take my eyes off my new little brother - he was just what I wanted. Mom says the whole time we were expecting him, I always wanted a little brother, I wouldn't even consider a little sister. As I sit here reflecting on this memory, I am happy for all the years, 57 of them, that I had my wonderful little brother to play with, act silly with, grow up with, solve the world's problems with, argue with, confide in - boy, I miss him.

I love you, Mike.
Lynn