One of those curve balls came my way last night in the form of a phone call.
Not a phone call that anyone wants to receive.
A phone call I knew I would receive and had been expecting for some time but still not ready for it.
I knew when I looked at the screen of my phone it couldn't be good. It was worse than I thought.
No, my brother wasn't in the hospital - he was gone.
That curve ball hit me right in the gut!
I just wanted to go off in a corner by myself. But I had calls I would have to make myself.
A part of myself is gone.
It will take getting used to. The pain will always be a part of me. It will lessen in time but will always be there.
My other brothers and I will continue but it won't quite be the same. No more calls saying 'Wayne, said I had to call you.'. Well, I'm not sure why he told you that but I'm glad you called, what's up?
We will reminisce about things. We will share our good times. We will share laughter. We will share hugs.
The next few days will be hard -- a 15 hour drive - service to attend. Condolences to accept but we will get through it. I have great support with my husband and my girls.
The calls about my parents were hard when I was 19 and 24. It's not any easier when you're 62.
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