My phone rang first thing this morning. The voice I heard on the other end of the line was one I hadn't heard in about seven (7) years. Even so, I recognized it as being my sister, S.
S asked me if I had a visitor last night or this morning; I replied I hadn't. She rephrased the question and sounded shocked that I replied that no one had come to my door. Then, she questioned me saying, "Then you don't know?". I replied, "Know what?". She then told me that our brother Glenn had died.
Apparently, Glenn's Personal Support Worker (PSW) arrived at his home about 7:00 pm, to assist him with his bathing. She found him, dead. The police were called, as was the coroner, who declared that he believed my brother died about 4:00 pm, from natural causes. No autopsy has been ordered.
Anyone who knew Glenn or knew about him, knew that he had many severe health challenges. For starters, he was diabetic. This condition contributed to many of Glenn's health problems.
He was losing his vision; it was so bad that when he wrote his blog entries on Disabled vs Government, he wasn't able to proofread properly. Consequently, his spelling wasn't always correct, as was grammar, etc., but he always managed to get his point across.
Dialysis took up much of Glenn's week. For anyone who isn't aware, it's like having a full-time job. Just to stay alive.
When Glenn had his left leg amputated, he was depressed. Rightfully, so. With encouragement, plus love and support from friends, family and medical professionals, he managed to function, fairly well.
Last summer, Glenn's right leg was amputated. Before he had the surgery done, he spoke with me about just giving up and not going to dialysis, knowing it would bring on his death. After we spoke, he assured me he would go through with the surgery.
Living without legs hasn't been easy for Glenn.
In addition, Glenn had experienced three (3) heart attacks. And survived.
I must give my brother credit. He had a lot of guts. He was a real man. While bearing life's hardships and doing it while living on a government disability pension, he showed he had stamina and determination.
He was opinionated, he was never afraid to speak up. He was a loving person, who would give anyone in need the shirt off his back.
But, to me, he was just my baby brother. I loved him and still do. I've included a photo of me and my older brother B, with baby Glenn. When Glenn was born and at the time this photo was taken, we lived at 1319 Ducharme St., Outremont, Quebec, Canada.
When Glenn was born, I thought he was the most beautiful baby that had ever entered the world. Never in a million years, did I suspect what trials God would allow in his life.
God loved Glenn. God sent His only begotten Son to earth, to die for his sin and the sin of all who would believe on Jesus.
Glenn believed on Jesus. When he was in hospital, before one of his surgeries a few years ago, I talked with him about Jesus. He prayed with me and accepted Jesus. Praise God! Thank You, Jesus!
Unfortunately, Glenn never did find a church family to worship with, but I know he thought of Jesus. Just a few days ago, while speaking with me by telephone, we were enjoying conversation and he commented that if anything happened to him, he knew where he was going. No prompting from me, no conversation about the Lord, just Glenn letting me know what he thought of one of his situations concerning his health.
Father, I cannot thank You more. I am grateful that my baby brother is with You now, for You told us in Your Word (the Bible) that for a believer, to be absent from the body is to be with the Lord. Thank You for making provision for Glenn, for saving him from an eternity in hell. Thank You for his life. Thank You for letting me be his sister. Thank You, most of all, that he is now with You, Gordon and other family, in heaven, rejoicing, dancing, no longer disabled, no longer in pain, suffering and dealing with blindness. I praise you Father, for your goodness and love towards my baby brother, a sinner saved by grace. In Jesus' name I pray. Amen.
Until next time...
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