Tired of Being the Strong One

I’m tired of being the strong one. I had to be the strong one in our dysfunctional family growing up the younger siblings was counting on me. I’ve always had the strength to make it through the tough situations in life.

Over the years, that force was made even stronger due to domestic abuse and other life altering events. I never questioned this strength or lost the ability to have strength.

The strength was always there for me whenever I needed it.

Then in June of 2014, my brother became severely injured with a life-threatening injury, and once again I had to step up, be the strong one and do my Mothers job.

My sister and I were to make the final decision to remove his life support.

Our Brother had fallen at a Mental Health Facility in Albany, New York. When he fell, he struck his head on the floor and sustained severe brain damage. They rushed him into emergency surgery and removed a portion of his frontal brain and skull.

I remember the long drive to the Hospital. The same Hospital where my son had open heart surgery many years ago. On the day of his surgery, my husband hit me over the head causing me to have twenty plus stitches in my head.


The trip down brought back old memories and opened old wounds.

I remember thinking on the way; I’m tired of being the strong one, and I’m tired of always doing her job. I broke down and cried on the way home from the hospital.

I lost all strength that day (June 6, 2014) for the first time.

I decided to make the final decision to remove life support out of love for him. I didn’t want him to suffer when there was no hope for recovery.

Our siblings were furious with us for making that decision too. I left them a card on the bedside table at the Hospital. I said a prayer for them and told them that I loved them.

I leaned on the rock, the Lord Jesus Christ and prayed for strength. He answered those prayers and gave me the strength needed to accomplish the job.

I praise God for His goodness and mercy!


Prayer for My Brother

Yea, though I walk through the valley of the shadow of death, I will fear no evil: for thou art with me; thy rod and thy staff they comfort me.

Thou preparest a table before me in the presence of mine enemies: thou anointest my head with oil; my cup runneth over.

Surely goodness and mercy shall follow me all the days of my life: and I will dwell in the house of the Lord forever. Psalm 23:4-6 KJV


In Loving Memory of My Brother, who Passed Away on June 7th, 2014.

Obituary of Clarence F Carleton

You’re in God’s hands. Love Linda

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