My brother is having a very serious heart surgery today and if you're a praying sort of person, he (and my family and I) would hugely appreciate your prayers for him, and for the team of surgeons working on him, more than you can ever know.
His name is Harry, (Hairy-Dog, as his voicemail says...)but I will always and forever call him Butch. He's just barely 57 years old. He has been a guitar-playing-folk-country-rock-singer, a teller of tall tales, a better-than-most fry cook, a father-of-three-boys, a sometimes rebel-without-a-cause, and my younger (and only) brother, for my whole life, minus thirteen months.
Surgery is Tuesday morning and is expected to take six or more hours.
Now, if you're not a person of faith, I understand that too.
(Actually I do not really understand that at all, but I do firmly believe we're all entitled to our own views, and beliefs.) I know that not everyone believes and thinks the exact same way that I do, and I would never hold that against someone.
What I mean to say is, if you are not a person who believes in the power of prayer, or sends good juju, or healing vibes, or whatever, that's okay. Just please don't judge me for asking those who do.
(I'll take all the prayer warriors I can get, thankyouverymuch.)
My long-time-friend, Dawn, over at the feathered nest, shared her faith last Sunday in her Easter post, and was quite stunned and saddened when she lost some subscriptions to her blog the following day.
Haters gonna hate, I guess.
Sad (and puzzling) to me that sharing your heart (and faith) poses such a risk, even here online. This being said, if you're feeling so inclined, please take a moment and say a little prayer for Butchie-boy today.
Thank you, my friends.
