His daughter loved dandelions. He loved his daughter.
Today my broth finally said it all out loud. It was hard to hear and although I tried to be strong, I was not.
The hear him say “I am dieing and I am worried about what will happen to you. What’s going to happen to you?
Through a veil of tears I answered as honestly as I knew how. I have no idea. I know that I will go through some deep sadness. I assume we will need to sell this home and move somewhere else for both emotional and financial reasons. I don’t know where I will be or what I will do. I don’t know how I will handle the grief. I wish I could plan for it and yet I can’t do that. I have thought about it a lot and it always turns out the same, I am simply devistated and lost.
I dont’ want the time we have left worrying about will happen when you get to go see your wife, your daughter, Mom, Grandma, and Grandad. I want my time left with you to be happy and as painfree as we can make it. for you.
Maybe the key is let go of things I can’t control.
It’s a rough day.
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