Kristina Furey

My point (I do have one)

Okay, real quick here, if I can do anything real quick.  My mind is answering with, "Slow is smooth and smooth is fast."  Either way, on with it...  We play tomorrow at Rally At The Railroad at noon.  I have been sick but I'm feeling better, thank goodness!  

I had hoped when I starting blogging about my brother that I would be further along.  So perhaps one day I will have the opportunity to tell you what I don't have time to get to right now but I will now get to the point.  Things got complicated for my brother in ways all of those who loved him wished they had not.  His teens and twenties were difficult times and he headed down some paths in search of answers and self medication.  Often our perception of someone can be tainted and it seems more than ever in this day and time people are quick to judge what they don't fully have comprehension of.  I saw things unfold and my heart was deeply invested in my brother's life.  Which is why I was so relieved to see that when he hit his thirties he began to hit his stride in life.  He had begun to comprehend himself and allow his experiences to be something he owned, instead of allowing them to own him.  We don't choose our experiences in life.  We choose our paths with an idea of what experiences they may hold and at the core of those choices are our needs and sometimes we are suckered in, sometimes we make poor choices and sometimes there are simply just unfortunate circumstances.  It was a combination of all these things that played into my brother's life when he was only 28 and in the hospital getting ready to go into heart surgery.  It was just he and I, when he said something like, "If I die I don't want you to be so sad.  My life is not like yours.  You have a husband and family that love you and fill your life with joy.  I have had some real sadness in my life.  Since I was in prison (for drugs) I am no longer treated like a human.  I have no vote, no say in this country.  I have to lie to get a job and if I don’t, I get taken advantage of, paid less than what is legal in this country and on top of this, I have no love in my life.  No one to feel my absence.  It's not that big a loss."  I was floored and doing everything I could not to lose it right there and sob and instead persuade him to the understanding that those who loved him, loved him deeply.  He made it through the surgery and seemed to move forward with his life.  He found love and was married in his thirties.  He brought many people joy and when he, his wife and his business partner created “Sunshine Daydream Festivals” he created jobs and opportunities for others, he helped people create memories to last a lifetime and he gave home and jobs to some who had none.

I would have liked to have seen what else he would have been able to accomplish but he died at age 42, just after he was flown to a hospital, where we were all hopeful he might receive a liver transplant.   Organ donation gives those experiencing organ failure hope and sometimes life.  I did the best I could to give my brother hope when he was 28 and going under the knife and I encouraged him again to have hope at age 42 when his liver was failing.  I can only imagine what my brother would have accomplished today (he would be 50) if he had experienced a successful organ transplant.  I am so thankful for every moment I did get with my brother after that day back in 1994 or 95, when he was so sad and disheartened.  I’m so thankful to have seen him rise.

Please consider signing up to be an Organ Donor if you are not one already.  

Thank you





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