I received a hug for Christmas this year. Technically, it’s an Irish Cable Pattern Pocket
Shawl from Aran Crafts – Ireland. But I
don’t call it that. I call it my Craig
hug. Craig is my oldest brother and we
bookend the five children in my family with me being the youngest. He was 11 years old when I was born and I've
never stopped looking up to him.
We’re polar opposites in a lot of ways. He’s an athlete and I am anything but. He’s always been a risk taker while I've
walked the safe pathway. He’s a big,
universe type of thinker whereas my thoughts are generally closer to home.
What’s bridged that gap has been our talks and the honesty
that’s always been between us. I didn't
really enjoy being a kid – always wanted to be older than I was and Craig recognized
that and treated me that way. He talked
to me like an adult, about adult topics.
He always answered my questions, gave me a different point of view or
just listened as I chattered away. The
greatest lesson he taught me is the difference between love and respect and that
you always love your family, no matter what, but that respect…well, that’s
something they earn. He opened my eyes
to the world of Thomas Covenant and the Hobbit and I’m sure I fell in love with
reading in no small part to mimic his love of the same and my collection of
quotes, no matter how large, will never rival his for sure.
We haven’t lived together since he left home at 20 to join
the service, but over the years he’s welcomed me to visit him wherever he
called home, whether in Bradford, PA., Dunkirk, N.Y., or Harrisburg, PA. Thirty plus years of my visits there and his visits
home to Grand Island have always included some portion of alone time where we
catch up, share confidences, advice and a good laugh or two.
On one of those visits home a few years ago he shared he was
in end stage renal failure. It’s been an
arduous few years for him as he’s progressed through some harrowing medical
situations and thrice weekly hemodialysis.
There’s not a doctor who sees him that doesn't marvel at his tenacity
and acknowledges he’s a walking medical miracle.
When I opened the shawl on Christmas Eve, he said he could picture me wrapped in its warmth as I curled up on the couch with a book. I love his thoughtfulness and as he often is, he was absolutely right and it's been a wonderful week of doing just that. But the warmth goes further than he anticipated. It goes to not only being wrapped in my shawl, but wrapped in the comfort, love and warmth of a Craig hug for life.