Rick, My Brother

My Brother Rick spent about 20 years working in the Aircraft Industry in Wichita and was doing what I just escaped from. One day, he looked up from his job and said, "What the hell am I doing this for?" He traded his retirement funds for a degree and a Masters in Occupational Therapy from KU Med and never looked back. He drives back and forth from Nursing Home to Nursing Home in Oklahoma and loves the people he works with.

This Christmas was one of the first times in a long time that he and I got to sit and just visit over a few cups of coffee. In the past, there was always our mother and the subject of taking care of Momma that just seemed to eat up the time. We both are proud of the time we spent doing our best to make Mom's last few days as happy as we could.

I hope that Rick and I have many more opportunities to sit and talk about the world and life. I wish you all had someone as nice as Rick to talk to.

MUD