June 10, 2012-49 Years Since Mom Died

Today is my baby brother's 49th birthday. It was a sad day when he was born because my mother died that day also. It was so long ago but I still recall that day so vividly. The baby, who was called Bernard Alexander Miller at the time, came home ten days later. It was a rough time but we all got through it. Life was terrible at home and by December all the kids started getting split up. It was so sad to see them leave one by one but it was the best for them. Mike was the second one to be adopted. If he hadn't been given to those people when he was, he might have died from Broncial Pneumonia. My father wouldn't allow anyone to take him to a doctor. And when my father would come home drunk he'd sleep downstairs over the furnace and be nice and warm while we all had to sleep upstairs in the cold and he'd make us take the baby up there also. I'm sure that's why The baby was sick. He got out of that house in the nick of time. And he's doing great today! Happy Birthday baby brother!