I have heard about it before, but now I understand it. Before I was told that there is a line in the sand. There is the time before and then the time after you know that a loved one has cancer. One day you are kicking along and everything is fine and then the next day everything changes.
My mother. Ever the pragmatist, stops at the funeral home on the way back from the oncologist -since she was in the neighborhood. We can rationally talk about this. Everyone knows it will happen, but that does not change what happens when it does. Does not change the sadness I feel.
I worry about my dad. Fifty two years is a long time to be married and get use to someone. And they seem happy. How hard can it be for dad to deal with this? Mom must be scared.
We have nothing in this world that matters except how we treat each other. That is all. That is our only legacy. When we get to the end of the road our actions are all we have. All this time I have tried to make the future better. Caught up in the struggle. Trying to improve, influence. Today I am just clinging to the now.