My brother was here practically from the diagnosis before it was more than a guess and went back to Indiana last night. He waited until the last minute, so I’d shut down by the time he left. Anyway, this morning, I booted up and sent a message to my sister-in-law, just a “he wasn’t doing too well when he left, take care of him” message, and managed to get myself all upset. Ok. Enough. Stop. This is silly. Nobody’s dying — yeah, well, ok, but you get what I mean. I just need to get a grip here.
And I did mean that literally. I had never seen him near that upset as he was when he left last night, and he’s my little brother, after all, I’ve seen him really get wacked out. Phyllis, you do need to take care of him. I already lost one brother, I only have two left, and he’s going to need you to be there next to him. He’s a great kid, and I’m gonna miss him.
Glory to Jesus Christ!