A collection of diary entries & poems about losing my twin brother to covid pnuemonia. The book is for Christians & non-Christians and there are references to Heaven & seeing my brother again.
From the Book:
My God, we Tested Positive
It was a sunny day and everything seemed to be O.K. A tenant tested positive where we live, and Keith’s employer asked that Keith get tested. I also got tested the same day with Keith.
Keith was not alarmed, but I sure was. He said. “Lots of people are getting over it, and nobody was really in bad shape.” After our worrisome wait, the tester came out to the car. I was standing next to a cement pole; she said. “Unfortunately you are positive.”
Mine was a rapid test (immediate results) as Keith had to wait a day or two for results. This was our second test, as people at the house (tenants) were positive several months earlier, but we were negative then.
I was really shook up and couldn’t stop yelling in the car. Keith calmed me down, and he had to let his employer know what was happening. Keith’s test was positive one day later.
Keith’s employer had a 14 day period for those with covid to “stay at home” and not come to work. Our official quarantine began at home, where we lived.
Earlier, (by several months) we put up a good fight. As one tenant in the building tested positive, we did everything in our power to avoid the house. We wore our masks 24/7, used hand sanitizer, slept in the car, went to hotels, everything we could do to avoid the virus. This is a real war we fought, of life and death. Kevin.
The Peanut Anatomy Poem
Inside the peanut shell
Lived two peanuts
That nested side by side
There was the big scary peanut
Because it was larger and aggressive
And there was the smaller passive baby peanut
They were as twins
But one peaceful
The other loud
But they were best friends
And though they fought like cats and dogs
They were as family and loved each other
Big scary peanut fell and hurt itself
Baby peanut was a caregiver for big peanut
When the snowstorm came
They hid in their shell until spring
Boris the Singing Elephant
Boris the singing elephant was a minstrel
But he was an eyesore and they accepted him
As a clown.
Oh poor Boris the crowds threw tomatoes
And potatoes and eggs at him
Shunning him as a modern day leper.
But he could hit all the high notes
Even as a baritone.
The pickers and players were jealous of him
And God gave him a crown.
So one day in the central park
All the people gathered ‘round.
Boris gave his last concert-
With a trumpet sound.
An original like Zappa, Muddy and Reba
All tied into one.
But the zoo hunters wanted ivory
And hides to buy drinks, silk and women.
They rushed in as lions.
Poor Boris was shot fast with an elephant gun.
He took his last breath
Praying and looked towards the sun.
The evil man won.
But his day of judgment will come.
All that remained was a melody in the wind.
And a poor boy with a Sony recorded him
The last song that left Boris’s tongue
Was “The Old Rugged Cross”
That the people shunned.
