|Kelli, Marshall, Tom - front|
Kimmy, Addison and Karen
I wish I could remind him of the time I fooled him into thinking that there was a "treat" that I'd found in one of my mother's old purses (we were looking for her Will). He was so delighted that I had discovered this item, he opened the bottle, took a sniff, and said, "Wow, Kim, look! Mom left us a joint! And it's good stuff, here, smell!" Of course, I had snuck the doobie into the medicine bottle and slipped it inside the purse...it was all I could do to not bust out laughing, but the joke was too good to spoil it. The look on his face was priceless...because usually, it was Marshall who was the prankster, and my Mother would have never, ever left us a "marijuana cigarette," as she called them. It makes me smile to remember that even though there were some not-so-brotherly moments, it was Marshall who changed my tire when it went flat; it was Marshall who was the anti-bully and who would stand up for anyone who was weaker and could not fight their challengers. Indeed, it was Marshall who I had to rescue several times from his bouts of trouble, and I was more than happy to do it. I wish I could help him out of his troubles now.
So, I have lots of wishes, don't I? As he lies in a hospital, unable to speak only two words: "water" and "sick," I feel helpless, not helpful. I should be there for him...but I am able to convey messages to my niece Olivia, who is at his bedside and tells him that we love him, tells him I wish I had been a better sister and that I am sorry for any feud or hurtful thing I had ever said to him. I wish I could tell him myself...but that's just not logistically possible.
|My niece and nephew Olivia Thomas, Marshall Neal Thomas |
and me at the PET MILK reception.
Marshall also has a daughter, Cora, and granddaugher,