Oh my dearest Big Brother, how do I express my thanks?

You have countlessly been there for me, when I have countlessly let you down.

You have saved me from so much trouble that God has seen you could help me with.

You are always there for our family, and my son thinks of you as one of his many heroes.

How precious you are to my life.

So many times I fall short of giving you some kind of love in return,

And then I am comforted by the reassuring words of the very person I am speaking of.

Life throws so much at you and I, and to all of those around us.

I praise God that we have each other and that I will always know your love for me is genuine.

People who love each other tend to hurt one another,

But your loving heart has always reminded me… love forgives.

Thank you, Big Brother, for all that God allows you to be for me and my son.

It’s more than you could ever imagine.

12-24-1998 Thursday, Christmas Eve
Written by Gail Brookshire
For my brother William Nathan Brookshire
As his Christmas poem present.