I had an older brother almost, once…
With a light in his eye, and a smile
That would break your heart.
Hop-skipping down the shadow-dappled
Sidewalks of long summer days,
His Ked-soled strides ran true…
The whole length of my dreams.
Wait for me…wait for me…wait……
You’re going too fast.
But, I’m too little, too late for me to catch up.
I had an older brother almost, once…
Whose Kool-Aide laughter and dandelion ways
I sometimes ponder during my icy twilight wanderings.
His whispers haunt all the
Waves of sunset beaches I have known.
Wait for me…wait for me…wait……
You’re going too fast.
But, I’m too old, too slow for me to catch up.
I turn to listen…
But the frothy fingers of his liquid breath
Retreat again from my grasp.
I had an older brother almost, once…
But the kaleidoscope merry-go-round of his Life
Swirled a heartbeat ahead of mine.
And he passed through me before I was born,
And I’ll continue to miss him……forever.
I had an older brother…
almost…once.
© George P. Nowack
On this first day of Spring, I pause to reflect.
A few years ago, on this very date, I invited a “casual acquaintance” to be my guest on my (then) weekly broadcast on COOL 101.7FM Wednesday morning. My guest was Tina Becher, a well-known psychic persona who frequently held various activities throughout the entire region.
These activities centered upon providing emotional relief and support for those who had suffered personal Family/Friend losses. Her support was, and IS, phenomenal.
That particular Wednesday morning, she was to discuss information pertaining to her upcoming appearance at the beloved Gibson House/Mark Twain Manor in nearby Jamestown, PA.
Her broadcast appearance delighted the station’s morning broadcast person, Lon Wilson, and also delighted me. The information she presented was extremely interesting.
As the broadcast ended, she, Lon, and myself continued to exchange pleasantries. Eventually, we began to depart the studio to pursue our various daily responsibilities.
As I began my exit, Tina placed her hand on my arm, and paused me in my tracks. I turned to face her eye-to-eye, and asked her, “What’s up?”
With momentary pause, her eyes met mine, and she started to explain…
“Yes, George, your brother wishes to express his deepest Love for you. He has NEVER left you…and never will. What you do NOT know, George, he was your twin, and was born moments before you. However, he was not able to survive, and journeyed on. BUT, his every footstep is exactly with yours.”
During the early 1970’s, as my maternal grandmother was facing her on passing, she called me to her side and surprised me with a piece of information which, until that very moment, was hidden from my Life. She informed me that, despite what I was told, I was NOT an only child. There was another…but, I MUST promise her NEVER, NEVER to pursue this information with my Mom or anyone else in my Family.
I promised…however, her words haunted me for years.
Then, without any forethought, or provocation, Tina enlightened me that Wednesday morning...the first day of Spring. She also informed me where my brother’s remains were interred, and provided me with his name. Now, I knew…without doubt.
On this first day of Spring, as I face a new series of personal trials, I remember those words spoken to me that Wednesday morning at the local radio station.
Today, was a truly New Life Beginning for me, in several ways. It was also a New Life Beginning to a season of Beauty and excitement for us all.
I remember you, my beloved twin brother…and, yes, our footsteps are the same…forever.
Thanks,Tina…
HAPPY SPRING!!