Following my little stay on the floor in my bedroom, as soon as I was in the hospital, my brother arranged to come to my place to help. He had to travel a good distance and was obviously very concerned about me.

He stayed at my place, and looked for ways he could help. He visited me in the hospital, and we had talks about things from our shared background, things we had never really talked about before, being separated by life’s events for many years. Then he went to my house and worked on anything he thought he could help with. And he worked HARD!

When I came home, he was gone, but had left many evidences of his work and his love. Faucets gleamed, the driveway was white again, clothes were washed and folded, clean linens were on the bed, a new dryer vent was installed, the refrigerator was spotless and on and on. I know there are things I haven’t spotted yet that say: “I love you, Nora.”

I felt very loved and cared for. He didn’t have to do any of those things, but he saw a way he could help and grabbed it. I can’t tell you how it touched my heart. He is truly one of God’s blessings to me.

And the King shall answer and say unto them, Verily I say unto you, Inasmuch as ye did it unto one of these my brethren, even these least, ye did it unto me.Matthew 25:40

For God is not unjust so as to forget your work and the love which you have shown toward His name, in having ministered and in still ministering to the saints. Hebrews 6:10

Thank  you, Roger, I love you, too. And Thanks to Jane who graciously loaned him to me during this time.