My brother showed up.
I am grateful for all that he does.
Last summer I took mom around for her Hip replacement surgery- and I feel for him.
It's not easy working within NYC..... traffic, cab $- walkers and now wheel chairs.
Bottom line- my brother showed up-
I love my brother.
Family is hard sometimes. Imagine the historical ancestry and its very own baggage that is within the particles of my own particles. That my grandmother's mother was unfit- so our grandmother was raised by her grandmother. My grandmothers- grandma was her adoptive"mother"
not sure what that has to do with anything- but my mom was a middle child- what does that even mean.
Chemo and radiation is completed today- prayers that she can ease into her later years with ease and grace,
as my husband eases into the concept of death. His anxiety with not being able to breath has reached new heights, he keeps asking over & over - what to expect. I wonder will I be this scared to die too. I mean I am not sure if it is fear that I am reading from him, maybe I will ask him later. We talk about all of it, just never asked that specific question. It's more like when you "visit "me- make it a whopper.
I'm just grateful my back is feeling alittle better, And my family just for today seems to be working together. I wish for only smooth transitions for everyone.
Just put down the rope when it feels like a tug of war. Imagine death is just the beginning of real life.
The after life is eternal. Our spirits are held in the shell of this body- only for a short while.
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