There really aren’t many things that make me want to cry, and in spite of the angsty nature of the last few posts, I am really doing well, and am quite happy. But then joe has to go and post this story. Go read it now, and then come back.
Did you read it yet? You didn’t did you? Here it is again, read it!
It may not make much sense to you without knowing the story, but even then it is still beautiful and well-written. If you know the story it will choke you up a bit, but if you were actually there your eyes might well up while you are sitting at your computer at work waiting for the next usability test subject to arrive.
It might make you think back to the days when your twin brother’s heart was giving out on him and you would stop by his house late at night and he would be sitting on the couch in the dark because he couldn’t sleep. King Medicine, by Jets to Brazil would be playing and even though Joe is much better now*, that song still haunts you. It would probably haunt you even if the words had no meaning at all.
When you saw Jets to Brazil play live a couple of years after Joe’s surgery you might find yourself feeling a bit self-conscious about the tear in your eye when everyone else was just dancing. Don’t flatter yourself Jets To Brazil, it wasn’t the beauty of the music.
But you smile when you think of the cake that Adrienne made for Joe before the surgery. It had a heart drawn on the top in red glaze and said, âSo long aorta!â
And you really smile when you think of the fact that Joe’s new aorta just had its third birthday.
*(Joe still has to deal with so much more than his share of health related crap, but his heart is going strong)