I won’t write long today because, frankly, I don’t have it in me. My heart and mind are elsewhere.
You see, this week my big brother Neal passed away. A few days ago, he experienced some sudden dizziness and disorientation that, it turns out, were the result of a brain bleed that, had he lived, might have severely incapacitated him.
So, I suppose, and at the very least, I should thank God for that smallest of favors.
But it doesn’t make the pain any easier – not for me, not for my surviving brothers, Michael and Terry, and, especially, not for my sister-in-law Doreen and her children and grandchildren.
But let me tell you quickly about Neal.
I know a lot of people think of me as, somehow, heroic for how much I’ve accomplished in my life, especially given I’ve spent most of it in a wheelchair. But I promise, if I had a hero in this world – from childhood on, in fact – it was Neal. And that’s always been the case.
Neal’s whole life he carried himself with a maturity, if not a sense of duty, purpose, and spiritual oneness that belied his age -- whatever the age. It was so palpable, in fact, that I swear sometimes I could see it about his head, like a halo. And I felt so calm and so at peace every time I found myself in his company, it was almost as though he had this innate ability to share his own sense of inner peace with anyone who drew near to him.
Early in his life, Neal had spent seven years in the seminary – four as a college undergraduate and three as a post-grad – studying to become a priest. And had he taken things to their logical conclusion, I’ve no doubt he would have become a pastor, a bishop of a diocese, or maybe even a cardinal. Because that's how remarkable he was. But, as one who was always asking himself life’s toughest, deepest and most essential questions, and constantly looking inside while being brutally honest about who and what he found there, he left the seminary just days before taking his final vows.
Why? My sense is, because after so many years of praying and so many nights of introspection and soul searching he realized that, ultimately, God had a different (and maybe even higher) plan for him. He wanted him to become a husband and father, and to raise a family.
I’ve written before how during Sunday mass – at both Holy Family in Auburn and Most Holy Rosary in Syracuse – my brothers would regularly carry me up the aisle for Communion, for everyone to see. And while Neal wasn’t the oldest of my siblings, I have no doubt he was the one who began that family tradition, because if a young man ever embodied the line, “He ain’t heavy, he’s my brother,” it was Neal McLane.
Make no mistake, my brother Terry remains my best friend in the world. As a kid, he was my roommate, my confidant, my biggest rival, and, very much so, the yin to my yang. But Neal was something else entirely. He was, as I said, my hero.
My big brother embodied the man I always wanted to someday be and the man who, even now, I find myself trying like hell to become.
Godspeed, Neal. I love you. And I’ll miss you every day; that is, until God calls me home, too; and when you, He, mom and dad can, together, let me see for myself how much better I could have been – if I’d only been a little more like you.
Brian, That is absolutely beautiful and a real tribute to your “big brother”
You two definitely had a close love for each other and shared so much! God Bless you for that remembrance and he is looking down with friends and family smiling on you actually all of us
Love you. Doreen
Love you too, Doreen. Be strong and please try to take some measure of comfort in all Neal brought to both of us.
Brian, I’m so sorry to hear this. You will all be in our prayers. Sending our love to you and your family.
Thank you so much, Margaret. As you know, losing someone close to you means a little bit of you dies as well. At least we can thank God for the memories, eh? Be well, my friend. And thanks again.
Dear Brian, I know and understand what it means to lose a brother. But, in my case, it was my younger, Johnny. He was only 19 when he passed, and never had the chance to accomplish what he had set out to do in this life. I was the big brother, trying to steer my way through a turbulent life in the 1960's. SO, I was fortunate to have the ability to run, play football,and later, to teach and coach. My younger brother was always being compared to me by most people. Irregardless, we grew close, like you and your brothers. You had a big brother to look up to. That, obviously, has worked to your advantage. Seems like he was an extremely special person. When my brother died, I was lost for awhile. About 7 years actually. But what I remember most is that I felt his spirit enter me, and I had a significant amount of energy to carry on. Now, you can do the same, because your brother will give you the spiritual boost to keep changing people's lives. Rest easy my friend. Billy During
Billy: Thank you so much for the kind words. And to have lost a brother at such a young age must have been devastating. I can only imagine what a burden that loss must have been to carry around inside you all these years -- especially early on. Thank you again, and please take comfort in knowing that, even now Johnny is looking down at his big brother with pride for the man he become and for all he did with his life. Kinda like me and Neal, only from a much different perspective. Believe me, big brothers are one of God's true gifts. Be well, my friend.
Brian, thank you for sharing these momentous thoughts about Neal and you. And thank you for sharing your remarkable brother and his/your family with me. I have always enjoyed those times together as your family has truly welcomed me “into the fold”. I am honored to have known Neal, and I, too, will miss him.
Keep the faith, as you have always done. I hope to see you soon.