I am a survivor of cancer for seven years now.
One year after my mom passed away, I got a phone call. We were on a little getaway touring a house that we thought may be a great vacation home. We had all said, “Kristin would love this house.” The phone call was from my sister’s roommate.
Kristin had passed away.
I remember my husband pulling over, my kids crying in the back seat … I just saw her two months ago. She had graduated from chef school. Kristin had always been sickly but had always “beat” whatever ailed her. She even beat cancer.
We were just beginning to heal from that and then I got another call. I was out for a morning power walk with my husband. The phone call was from my sister in law. I thought “Uh oh, it’s only 6 am in California”. Laurie was crying and said my brother was dead.
I sat down in the middle of the street. NOOOOOOOO.
Dear God, what is going on here?
Why am I losing another member of my family? And why is my brother’s wife a widow at age 47? And his son without a dad at age 10?
I don’t understand…