If My Little Brother Were to Die, I Would also.

My little brother Kyle went into surgery to get his Spleen and Gall Bladder removed. His spleen had swollen to the size of a cantaloupe. The spleen is suppose to be the size of a racquetball. He has this disease that has come to be called the “Tansey Curse”. Every male in the family gets this disease except for me for some reason. I don’t really know what that is suppose to mean. This disease is called spherocytosis(sp?). The blood cells are miss shaped so they begin to get lodged in the spleen and cause it to swell. Here are some pictures of the after math of his surgery. They are kinda gruesome so please don’t look if you get queasy easily.

I love my little brother. Despite his antics. I pray that his life will now really take off after he recovers from all of this. He lacks the self discipline to be what I feel God wants him to be. To bad he doesn’t know God or maybe this would be a different story in his case. I would give my life for him. I love him more than anyone here on this earth. Sorry Mom. I just hope that he is sought out by God. He could do amazing things if he really tried. I look up to my brother because of his courage in so many areas. Thank you Kyle for inspiring me in so many ways that you don’t even know about. I love you. Even though you will probably never read this I pray that my actions and speech will show it. Thank you brother for your love and your heart. Your awesome in every way and I can’t imagine life without you. Your amazing. I’m so proud of you. Your bravery through the surgery astonishes me. I will never leave you brother. You mean the world. I’m here for you no matter what the cost. I love you. Get well.

Family Reunion

I went to my family reunion yesterday. I now know why my facial hair doesn’t grow in all full and beard like. This was the reunion for my mothers side of the family.

Seriously, I love my family, but they are really something else. They are the kind of people that you see in those trailer park scenes in the movies. I was just in awe of the kind of people that I was related to. I don’t know how to feel about all of this to be real honest. These are really hard working people but they just really like to get drunk. And get real drunk is what they did. It was rather funny.

Up above is a picture of my uncle Mike. He is my mom’s little brother. He rides a Harley and wears skulls all the time to make him look real tough. The t-shirt that he has on says snitches are a dying breed. I found that to be quite funny being on him. The real funny thing about this man is that he acts so tough but in all seriousness I could probably knock him down with one punch due to his size. I would never do such a thing to him because I love my uncle so very much. But he resembles my family. We are a bunch of really small people that think that we are super tough and we can take on anyone that comes our way. Myself included. But I would never confront someone like my uncle does.

I believe I got my hard work ethic from this side of the family though. These people could pull 14 hour days 5 days a week their whole life, and not get tired of it. I respect these men and women of my family. I love them all. We consist of white trash, red necks, honky tonks, born agains, and drunks. I am proud to be related to them.