This is not our first rodeo.
A niece died in a house fire at the age of 9; a brother-in-law of colon cancer in his 50’s; our son at the age of 19 (15 years ago) in an accident; a 58 year old brother of a heart attack last year; my father at a relatively healthy 81 in 2011. Even though we have some experience with the path and know some of the steps, it is not an easy one. The backbone of death’s horse that is bucking us does not get any softer.
My brother, 13 months my senior and retired one year earlier than I is dying of melanoma. He saw a dermatologist every year, but there was no outward sign – no mole. It is stage 4 and progressing rapidly, apparently, now in his lungs his liver and his lymphatic system. We are likely off to the Atlanta next week, contingent on a conversation with his wife tomorrow after she consults with hospice folks.
John, of Viva Veracruz, recently lost a sister. I was unable to respond. I feel a bit bad about that. To all of us who have lost friends and siblings and relatives at a premature age – we need to keep breathing and living. Those are our tasks.
As Bob Gibson used to say “shitfuckpiss.”
The formatting on this ee cummings poem may not hold in this post, but it speaks to me today