Eleven years ago tonight at 8:46pm I called my brother Robes in Florida.
Robes: Hello.
Me: Did you get the results from your MRI?
Robes: I have a brain tumor.
Me: Get out of here!
Robes: How do you think I feel; I had to come home and tell Kim and the kids.
And that was the beginning of the ride on the B.T. Express.
As soon as it warms up here (it's got to be at least 50 degrees--I'm a wimp!) I'll start "training" for the 25 mile bike ride for The Brain Tumor Society which is on May 18th.
As soon as it warms up here (it's got to be at least 50 degrees--I'm a wimp!) I'll start "training" for the 25 mile bike ride for The Brain Tumor Society which is on May 18th.
6 comments:
Good luck with the BT bike race...that is an incredible tradition and way to honor Robes. You're a wonderful sister!
So sad. I was just thinking about your bike race this morning. I wish we could do it with you! That really is so nice of you to do for Robes.
Those calls are the worst and you never forget them.
The bike ride is a great tribute to him.
How much do we hate brain tumors?
We hate 'em.
How much do we love Robes? And doing commemorative bike rides?
We love 'em!
What a great idea. I'm sure Robes would be happy that you are helping the effort to eradicate BT's.
R O B E S P A T T O N !!
THE ULTIMATE COOL DUDE!!
Your spirit lives on . . .
Love you El,
Carla
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