Our mother's pecker...

Mike and I used to just laugh our heads off every time we were together. He probably had the best sense of humor of anyone I ever knew. Nothing ever bothered him, or at least he didn't let it show, and we always made fun of just about everything.

Just before Christmas of 2004, Mike called me bawling and said that Momma had a stroke. Of course we bawled together for a while and neither of us could speak a full sentence without sniveling like a little couple of little school girls (probably because we're both Momma's boys....and darn proud of it!!), so he put his wife on the phone and I put mine on the phone so Rhonda could figure out exactly what happened and relay the message to me.

Anyway, to make a long story short, I flew to Louisiana either that night or the next day and Mike picked me up at the airport and we went straight to the hospital. After staying at the hospital for about 20 or so hours straight with very little sleep, Mike came in and we just talked and laughed about every little thing. Then the Dr. came in to visit Momma to check on her, and here's where the fun begins!! Momma got a lot of words mixed up after her stroke (poor momma), and she meant to ask the Dr about her knees....but thats not what she said. She asked the Dr "What about my pecker?" Mike and I both had to turn around and literally bite our lips to keep from busting out laughing!! Well, the Dr never missed a beat, he just kept telling Momma that her knees were going to be fine and that she suffered a stroke but with some therapy she'll be ok. As the Dr left, I elbowed Mike and motioned for him to come with me. We followed the Dr into the hallway and with my most serious face ever I said to him, "We're not really worried our Mom's knees, we know they'll be ok in time, and we know that you're going to do the very best you can for her stroke, but what we're really most afraid of is.....well....is our Mom's pecker going to be ok?" The Dr about fell over laughing and Mike and I immediately bursted into tears with laughter. For a couple of years, every time we talked one of us would remind the other about that and again, we'd just about bust into tears all over again.

This is one of the most favorite times I spent with my big brother.

Mike, I LOVE you and I think about you everyday. I miss you terribly.....

Randy