the hardest part

My brother turned 8 on June 11th, 2010. We have always done pretty much everything together. He used to come into my room late at night and sleep with me because he was scared. We had movies night together and he would always sit by me or in my lap. As soon as I would get home from school the first thing I would do was hold him and play with him. We would ride around in his motorized cars together, and swing on our swing set together. I also have taught him many things. He had started to learn how to cook some things such as mac-n-cheese, nachos, spaghetti sauce, and a few other things. We worked on school work together along with his speech assignments, and I was beginning to work on some math skills with him before he went into the hospital. Now everything has changed, my brother and I cant even do our regular bed time routine. We used to always give each other hugs and a kiss before we go to bed and I would tuck him in but now that he is at the hospital there are many days that I havent even been able to say good night to him. I also miss holding him, and us wrestling. He is currently bed ridden because his tummy is so big and he is not feeling well he does not like to get out of bed. I also miss not having to take him to school and pick him up, that used to be a time where we would bond and talk about random things. We would also pack his school lunch together and he loved that because he I would give him what he wanted but I also made sure it was healthy. It has been hard to see him be able to do so many things to just be in a bed all the time. He still shows some signs of himself though. He recently was fighting me for some coke. He has said hey and ren wont give me coke, and he has also given stuff to Michelle when I have asked for it. Only God knows what is going to happen with him, so for now I am just going to be there for him, and love him like I always have.