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I aMy brother died March 16th, two weeks after I accepted a new position. The weeks leading up to his death were turmoil. I didn't know he had signed up for hospice care. I didn't know his kidneys were failing and he refused dialysis.
We talked on the phone 4x a week. The hospice topic and then POOF! it went away. I was never able to pull the truth out of him.
I received a call from his care manager he was not answering his phone. A couple weeks later he was hospitalized and end of life treatment began. I got the opportunity to talk to him one time before he died. I made travel arrangements to see him but he died before I got there.
From 2015 until his death we made up for lost time talking about family, sports, my career in the Army, movies, and work.
We became best friends. We became sounding boards. We were confidants. We were blood brothers.
He inspired me to become a Toastmaster. He was my biggest cheerleader for every speaking engagement I received.
I got him interested in comic cons. I needed his help getting some comic books autographed at a con in his town. He obliged and from that point he was HOOKED! He loved the spectacle and the whole con vibe. He could not wait for the next one.
We could make each other laugh. We shared the same love for seafood.
Now...there's a hole where he used to be. I used to call him first thing in the morning to get his feedback on my safety email I sent to a select distribution list.
I have discontinued that safety email "service ".
I have resigned from Toastmasters.
I have one more speaking engagement in Florida I committed to. After that, who knows what my future holds?
I am talking to a grief counselor. I am reading a grief book by Alan Wolfelt. I am trying to pick up the pieces of my life.
My mourning arrives in unexpected bursts. I am not sure what I am supposed to do. I have lost my parents, my sister and now brother inside of 12 years. This one hits the hardest!
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