I would like to say a few words about my brother, Dondia—who we all knew as Donnie.
Donnie was my stepbrother, but you would never know it. He was my big brother in every way that mattered. He would often come down in the summers to stay with us, until he later joined the military.
Donnie was kind-hearted and gentle. He never had a bad thing to say about anyone and always spoke positively, even when the situation wasn’t easy. Over the years, we talked often, and he always made sure to tell me how proud he was of me. That meant more to me than he ever knew.
I visited Donnie last year when he wasn’t feeling well, and I am so grateful I was able to spend that time with him. During that visit, I made him a promise—that I would come back so we could do one of his favorite things together. He knew I was afraid of heights, and he told me, “I’ll ride up the Space Needle with you.” He loved that idea.
So Donnie, I guess I don’t have an excuse now. Even though I’m still thinking about it—and my husband is trying to convince me—I know I should honor you and do it.
Donnie, I loved you then, and I love you still. I will always remember your gentle, king-sized heart.
Andreal