It's been pretty rough for all of us this Christmas season, primarily because our mom has lost her ability to reason because of her dementia. The shock associated with seeing a parent, especially your mom, become the child you once were, is like no other reality check you will ever experience.
Marty is my younger brother, my buddy when we were kids. 5 years between us, I gladly turned over the slot of "baby of the family" when he was born, thanks Marty.
The picture shown is with my family taken the day before Marty was born. My dad took us to the beach so that my mom could walk Marty out of her. It worked.
Marty was born on April 22, 1965, Earth Day, I was still 4, not quite 5 yet. I missed my mom. I was anxious to see my new brother, my new doll. I remember sitting on my dad's lap bawling my eyes out while dad sat in his brown vinyl recliner, comforting me. Telling me that Ma would be home soon, that they needed to keep her in the hospital for a few days with Martin, my new brother.
I cried and cried, I missed my mother. My dad finally took me to the parking lot of the hospital so that my mom could wave to me through the window. I needed to see that she was still alive.
One day I left my best Mary picture on the coffee table, in reach of Marty's little hands. He took my picture and ripped it up. He didn't know what he was doing. He laughed and laughed as he tore my Mary picture up. I still remember not crying or getting mad at him, he was only a baby and tearing the picture was making him laugh. I loved hearing his little laugh.
We were always together in our early years. I remember taking him on the bus and going to Boston. We'd walk around Boston, see parts of the Freedom Trail, check out the gravesite of Mother Goose and pass on the fantasy that the nuns told me just a few years before my visit to the grave with Marty. I remember nuns telling me once that we could find Mother Goose's grave because it had feathers all over it. Later I realized that they were pigeon feathers.
Marty loved talking to the bird... I loved how the bird talked to Marty, I think the bird liked him.
Donna, she was a cool sister, she always would let us buy a little green turtle. I remember them becoming banned, something about salmonella poisoning from the turtles was making kids sick. I really loved those turtles and missed it when they didn't sell them anymore.