That hug.

9/22/2015 08:22:00 PM
A year and a few days ago my family and I were air-evacuated out of Cabo after Hurricane Odile, a category 4 hurricane, devastated our community.

It was one of the most terrifying and disturbing times of my life. I never want to live through something like that again. EVER.

We went to the airport at 5 or so in the a.m. - and it was completely pitch dark. No light anywhere, just darkness. We stood in line outside of a hotel that had two of it's three sides blown off and we got in a line to leave. We didn't know where the rescue airline filled with volunteer pilots and crew were going to send us...

We ended up going to Dallas.

Exhale sigh of relief.

We went to where my brother was.

To this day, it brings tears to my eyes as I type this. The feeling I had when we walked through the airport doors... We were dirty and beyond emotionally and physically spent. We had just gone through an experience that jarred us so much we couldn't even speak about it. It was so shocking there weren't tears... that is until we walked through those airport doors and I saw my brother.

My eyes immediately filled with tears. And I remember that hug.

That hug.

That's the same hug  I remember falling into as a little girl.

It's the same hug that I remember during our Dad's funeral.

It's the same hug I got the moment I got the news about my Mom. When he jus sat there. Quietly with me. On the floor of my bedroom. Saying nothing.

It's the same hug that I still, to this day, love.

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Brother - you mean so much to me.

I don't say it as often as I should, but you are such an important person in my life.

I love you and I like you.

I respect you and admire you. You are a man of honor, of dignity, of kindness and of love.

You're an amazing Dad, a phenomenal brother. I love when you call me, "Kylee-kins" - like Dad did. I love that when you laugh really hard you sound just.like.him.

(Bry, he would be so proud of you. And he would love your children.)

I am so glad you were born. I love you to the moon and back.

Happy, happy birthday.

Love,
ky


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