Of course shortly after meeting him, I had my ordeal with my heart. He was right there; always calling, always concerned; wanting to come back to Mississippi from Florida to check on his baby sister; sending care packages in the mail. Just being a brother - something I'd never really had.
After I started recovering, we talked about me visiting Florida. One of my goals on my life list is to dip my feet in the Atlantic and Pacific Oceans. He informed me that he only lived about 15 minutes from the beach and would take me there as soon as I arrived in Florida.
Just a few weeks ago, Darek reluctantly told me that he'd been diagnosed with mouth cancer and was planning on having this pretty extensive surgery....involving removal of a portion of his jaw, bone, skin and blood vessel grafting and reconstructing - the whole nine! He said he asked the doctor if he would "still look good"....my angel...
He sounded so optimistic (yep, he was my brother). I was more concerned about any radiation or chemo that might follow.
Well, we won't have to worry about any of that now. My brother passed away this afternoon after developing complications after returning home from the hospital. He was 47 years old.
Pray for me.
Pray for his wife and children..
Pray for his other siblings....
Pray for his extended family members....
Pray for us all.