Blog 11

It is Septemeber now. We switched from the handheld microphones to the clip on kind. It is too difficult for him to hold anything for very long. Each visit, he seemed to be getting worse. We talked about family that day. I remember him telling me, "love each other or perish." I wrote it down, actually. Family is always watching out for you. That was another thing he told me. Nothing else can give you that. Not money, not fame, not work. Morrie asked me about my brother, Peter. I quickly changed the subject though. Peter is two years younger than me. We had never been particulary close. But when we became adults, we grew even further apart. He was struck with pancreas cancer. It is a rare kind. The kind my uncle died from. I always thought it would be me to get it, not him. It was suppose to be me. Peter moved to Europe, not long after he graduated high school.He stayed there to get treatment. But he didn't want me around. Not me, not anyone else either. Months sometimes passed, without any word from him. I felt so guilty. I should be there for him...but he was the one who pushed me away. Maybe that was why I was drawn to Morrie. He let me be there, unlike Peter. And maybe Morrie knew this.