I usually don’t write about what is in the news, but I was saddened to learn about Toya Wright, author and reality tv star, losing both her brothers at the same time. She has since put them to rest and i pray that in time her and her family learn to cope with their loss. No, I don’t know her personally but my heart aches for her. Sure, she is famous, but she is still a person. We tend to dehumanize people for all sorts of reasons, one is for being in the limelight. I could not imagine for one second not having both my brothers in my life. That is why I cherish them the way I do. There isn’t anything I wouldn’t give do or say for them. They love me unconditionally and are two of my best friends. Whenever I am feeling down or ungrateful I often think of them. Both my brothers were almost killed in violent ways. One, a terrible car crash in which the coroner was called out because there was no way anyone thought there was a survivor. There was. My other brother was attacked by some nut, stabbed several times and left for dead. But for the grace of God I didn’t have to feel what Mrs. Wright may be feeling. I didn’t have to pick out pictures for an obituary, sit and act dignified in a church when all I would want to do is scream and yell and ask God why? I still have my brothers. I am sure Mrs. Wright loved her brothers with all her heart. She was with them a lot and mentioned them all the time. Just from what I have seen they had a genuine loving sibling relationship. Perfect? Probably not. No one is, but the bible says in 1 John 4:20, If anyone says, I love God, and hates his brother, he is a liar; for he who does not love his brother whom he has seen cannot love God whom he has not seen. Regardless of what I have done or what my brothers have done I know they still love me and I love them.  Our siblings may do things you don’t approve of and vice versa, but we still have to love each other. I knew from an early age not to judge my brothers for all their actions as they didn’t judge me for mine and I can be a bit of a handful sometimes. We loved each other and we stuck together. Yeah we had little fights like brothers and sisters do, maybe over the remote or who at the last cookie, but anytime there was on tiny inkling of a major divide our parents and/or the other sibling nipped that in the bud! I am so grateful for how my parents made us stick together. It helped us grow into the siblings we are today. We treat each other with respect, kindness and honor. I tell my “bubbies” often how much I love them and I show them even the more. They have always gone above and beyond for me and still do. I know they love me and will always protect me. I never want to take for granted that they will always be around. There will never be a divide among us as I am my brothers keeper.