Passing on.
Sometimes picking up the phone is one of the worst things you can do. To hear that shaky voice on the other end of the line and knowing something is dreadfully wrong. That pit in your stomach howling as you realize that your instincts were right.
I was prepared to have my mom call and tell me that her cancer was back, it had been a subject that has been rearing its ugly head lately with my mom.
But a small miracle in that aspect when she called and that wasn't the news.
Cancer can be beat with time and effort.
Death cannot.
Mom called to say that my uncle David passed away this morning from a massive heart attack while he was at work.
It wasn't news I was expecting in the slightest.
What I found profoundly sad was that his last facebook status said "this thursday will be interesting."
I'm just really sad to see that he won't get to see what interesting things this Tursday will hold.
I was prepared to have my mom call and tell me that her cancer was back, it had been a subject that has been rearing its ugly head lately with my mom.
But a small miracle in that aspect when she called and that wasn't the news.
Cancer can be beat with time and effort.
Death cannot.
Mom called to say that my uncle David passed away this morning from a massive heart attack while he was at work.
It wasn't news I was expecting in the slightest.
What I found profoundly sad was that his last facebook status said "this thursday will be interesting."
I'm just really sad to see that he won't get to see what interesting things this Tursday will hold.