On closing chapters.

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It’s been a while since I updated you on my brother Baboo, Brandon aka Robocop.  For those of you who don’t know, he was shot twice in the head, through the face and through his chest in March this year.  We didn’t have much hope that he would make it for the first few hours, and then after he spoke to us defeating all odds, we had hope.  And then we had joy as he graduated from ICU after one of the most terrifying times of my life.

Once we started getting into the swing of things (Baboo had me literally move into the hospital room with him, and then into the bedroom at home with him) we started noticing other side effects that come with trauma to the brain. Except it was affecting everyone else except the one person who was actually shot.  The support we all got was amazing, and honestly I don’t know how else I would’ve coped.  None of us do.  Baboo and his dog reunited, with tears in all of our eyes, my mom and I sobbed on the side of the kennels where no one could see us.

It’s been months and months of therapy, physio, swimming & personal training, but Baboo is just about back to his old self.  He has a minor limp and tends to be a little forgetful now and then (although he vehemently denies this.  WhatEVER, he forgets ALL THE TIME! a little more than before) and he bought himself a quad bike.  A frikking QUAD BIKE.  As if we haven’t been through enough stress this year.

But that’s not all, y’all.  Baboo is back at work!

I nearly died when I found out from my mom.  I swear they purposely didn’t tell me until he was already there, on duty, in his uniform.  I nearly died of stress last night and ended up taking a sleeping pill or five so that I wouldn’t stress-ball my hands into a coma. So that’s it, really.  All that’s left is that Baboo gets his partner in fighting crime, Nero The Hero, back again and it’ll be just like before he was shot.  It all feels like such a dream still, except the one thing I really can say is:

Thank you, Universe.  Jesus.  God.  Allah.  Candle light.  Budda.  Everyone and everything that we all put our faith into.  Thank you that my brother is alive and (I can say this for the first time and really mean it now) well.  I am so grateful.  I am so proud.  I am so, so, immensely full of love for him.

The story finally has a happy ending.  I can close this chapter, for the first time in my life after a drama I can close a chapter and SMILE.

Thank you, dear readers, for sticking through this with me.  I cannot express my total love for all of you.  Thank you.