Sunday, October 24, 2010

No greater loss...

As a fourth grader, in September of 1961, I was the oldest of the three Carew children at Merritt Island Elementary School. In the mornings before school, we ran from the bus to the playground for the short time before the bell would ring, calling us to class. Then it was my job to get my first grade brother Danny, to his classroom.
After the first few weeks, I was sure he could find his own way, so I told him to go on without me. He wasn't comfortable at all with this idea, and pleaded for me to walk with him to his class. Another boy in first grade had an older sister for an escort, so I said "just follow them, you'll be okay". Reluctantly, he did just that and after a few days, I realized that while the other boy still depended on his sister, my brother no longer needed me. It didn't give me the satisfaction I'd expected.
I hadn't thought about that story for 30-40 years. Last year, it surfaced when he became ill.
He was always the most lowkey of my parents offspring. He grew up, married, had two daughters, three sons, and assorted grandchildren.
He passed away yesterday, after a long illness. Most of his family was with him.

Daniel Lee Carew
June 29, 1955 - Oct. 23, 2010

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