He was born at Walter Reed Hospital, we lived in Ft. Meade MD at the time. When my mother went into labor things went sideways. This was a teaching hospital. I remember my mother telling us that the cord was wrapped around my brothers neck and as they were delivering him, he turned blue and couldn't breathe. My mother was very scared and worried. Yet, Cory fought and fought hard and made it out of the immediate danger, within hours of being born.
Most of you knew Cory as an adult, he was just as carefree and free of fear when he was younger. He would take risks...like riding his bike at age 3 down the hill behind our house. It didn't matter what it was, this little one had no fear! NONE and as you all know...not much changed as he grew older.
We knew that if he could survive that - he could survive anything. Little did we know what was going to be ahead of him or us. Cory and I were always close, we looked after each other - in our own ways. Cory loved to play, he loved to be with me doing fun stuff - when we were little he was right by my side, most of the time. Riding big wheels, holiday fun, or watching "Eight is Enough." He was my shadow...how things were also so sideways with as much as we were together, I will never really quite know, what I do know is a love that we had as siblings - would ride us through some really hard times.
Stay tuned for more....
"Being quiet and hidden is no longer an option." - Pennie
(this picture is Cory at 13 months.)