Growing up I had a knight in shining armor who stood guard and watched over me. He was there in times when I needed him most to protect me from as much of the ugliness of the world as he could. When necessary he drew his mighty sword and raised his lance to fight anything he felt threatened me. When I was entering my teenage years no man ever stood taller, he was tall by the way, or was more handsome, or braver than he did to me. Over the years I’ve mention to him that he was my knight in shining armor but I don’t think he ever really knew just how deeply I felt that.
A lot of the battles he fought he didn’t even know I knew about. Mom told me of a few of them. This man wasn’t much older than me, only five years. He was my older brother the Gallant Knight Sir George. He was also the smartest person I knew and yes he was and still is smart. He had the soul of an artist and the heart of a lion. Again, he still does. This man served in the military and later served the community where he lived. He ultimately put on a badge and put his life in danger to protect others.
So why do I feel I need to bring this up now? Once again he donned the shining armor, lifted his sword, and raised his lance to try to protect me from something he knew would bring me a great deal of pain. Unfortunately he couldn’t yet he still did everything he could to cushion the pain he knew I would have to face.
I’m not a little girl anymore, I’m by far not even near a young woman but once again to feel that kind of love from my brother is one of the things that will get me through this. Between him, my husband, my daughter Gina I will find a way but right now I just need my brother to know how much I love, respect, and admire one of the greatest men that ever lived. I love you Sir George.