The past couple of days have been an example of how the universe seems to pile on at times. My brother has been fighting cancer for several years now, and finished a round of chemo and radiation last Wednesday. Sunday night, he let me know that all his treatment options have run out. In his usual manner, he was far more interested in how my health problems were being addressed.
I had already been deep in ruminations about life and death, health and illness. My brother made me think about our birth family and the choices that he (and I) made to fix the mistakes that were made by our parents (without malice, and in ignorance) when we had our own families. I have made mistakes with my children, but at least amended the lack of closeness and affection that affected both my brother and myself.
A majority of the past few days have been spent reminiscing, highlighting the good times with my brother and my parents. I am writing down what I would like to remember, perhaps to work into a memoir of sorts. I have often written to put some sort of order in my life, and it is second nature to do it here.
I have been touched by the ROW80 community and its outpouring of support for me during the past weeks. I will continue to visit with as many of you as I can, hoping to pay your support forward in some way.
Please go visit the other ROWers, whom you can find here.