As you may know, this past Saturday my brother passed after a battle with cancer. The previous day I had posted for Celebrate the Small Things that he was still alive. He had been moved to hospice after most of the week in the ICU. I knew at any point, he could slip away, so each day he was still here was well worth celebrating. The chance of him recovering was nil, but I refused to let go of hope until the end.
It was a tricky balance: preparing for the worst while remaining hopeful. I'm still a little numb and last night I was really cursing my IC because I wanted some Rumchada. I think what hurts the worst is the idea that my parents now have to bury their child. It's supposed to be the other way around.
Honestly, I don't have much of a point here. It just felt too soon to be blogging like normal. I have to get back into the swing of things, but I also have to process and feel. Talking about it is part of that. Thanks for listening. <3
It was a tricky balance: preparing for the worst while remaining hopeful. I'm still a little numb and last night I was really cursing my IC because I wanted some Rumchada. I think what hurts the worst is the idea that my parents now have to bury their child. It's supposed to be the other way around.
Honestly, I don't have much of a point here. It just felt too soon to be blogging like normal. I have to get back into the swing of things, but I also have to process and feel. Talking about it is part of that. Thanks for listening. <3
