Yesterday, my Wife and I flew up to Baltimore to my Moms apartment in Silver Spring. We landed almost exactly at midnight and used Uber to get here.
This morning, got up, drank coffee, went outside for a little walk with my Mom. She’s going to a meeting at the funeral home this morning.
I guess I haven’t really talked about it here yet, but my sister is not expected to live. Her liver has failed completely.
She is 5 years younger than me.
I remember when she was born, and came home for the first time. She was o the bed, in wicker basket with a big handle, like a picnic basket. She started making noise, and I took the basket out to my parents, holding the handle up by my chin while the basket part almost dragged on the floor.
So, when my Mom gets back, we’re headed to see my sister, in her hospice care facility. The doctors say she has two months to live, but her husband says he thinks less than that.
It’s going to be a real shock to see her.
And I guess that’s all for now. We’re in the US, which to me always means no internet, so this will stay on my tablet till I can post it. It’s 8:19AM on April 1st 2017.
I am SO SORRY to read about your sister. I can only hope that knowing she is going to die gives you all a chance to say goodbye and dare I say it? Get used to the idea.
I have lost both my brothers and Dad to accidents, no chance to say Goodbye… I don’t know what is worse? Knowing… or having it sudden like that.
Thinking of you and your family mate.