John Oubre Henderson
I haven't blogged in quite some time. More than a couple of years, I believe. I wrote this for facebook and decided to post it here as well. Its taken me forever to speak publicly about my brother John Oubre Henderson. I never want to do anything for sympathy or to exploit him or his memory. I’ve rewritten this, edited it, almost deleted, but I’m just feeling like it is time to finally put something out into the world. It’s been two years. Two years since I got a phone call and rushed to the hospital, only to find out I was too late. I keep thinking with time, this will get easier. For a while, I was able to pretend that he was still working in Colorado, or hanging out with the children of Antigua. The reality hits more and more, each day...he’s not coming back. So, I try to remember conversations, or how he would respond to something I would say to him. I’ll always be able to remember how he looks, as my house has his image all over. There are days when I’m O...