My brother my hero

My brother was 2 when he had an accident which caused him to undergo major brain surgery. As a result of which part of his brains frontal lobe had to be removed. This left him in a coma for a month and the doctors told us his chances of survival were minimal at best. If he did survive he ll probably be on a bed unable to do anything for the rest of his life.
He proved them wrong, with my mom exercising him and taking him and doing whatever she could in her capacity, he was able to not only move again but also regain all his functions and now functions as normally as can be expected of some one who underwent major brain surgery 5 time in total to date. He has seizures and is retarded, doctors tell us that mentally he is like a 7 year old. Although he is a goofy, lovable funny 23 year old.
I find it amazing that after going through all that he has been through in his life, he is a very upbeat and gregarious individual. He loves music and laughter and has a lot more empathy than I could imagine. When he found out he was an uncle he sent his favorite toy for his neice.
When we were young, I d get into scraps with other folks who d make fun of him and at times I was embarrassed of my brother. It took me a while to realize that he has a way of making himself heard and loved. In time, the folks who made fun of him became his best buds.
There have been times when I have wanted to protect him, protect him from people and at times from himself too. I guess I have come to accept the fact that what is cannot be changed. He just wants to be accepted for who he is and loved like every one else does. So here is to you my dear wonderful brother, here is to your generous heart. Your big laugh and your goofy jokes. Thank you for being you; for helping me be more empathetic and be able to look deeper than the surface.