I was very tired yesterday morning. I went to work because I had a client coming in and I hate to cancel. After a long conversation with my mother on the phone it was decided that I would leave work at 10am to go home and get some rest. She did however ask me to stop by my brother's house as he hadn't called her back. This happened often, she is just overbearing sometimes. I left work and drove to my brothers. When I arrived I knew there was a problem. At that moment my phone rang again, my mother, my brother was dead. The police were already there as my cousin who was his roommate had found him this morning. I just happened upon the scene. Heartbroken doesn't even begin to describe my feelings right now. He was 30. They are saying that he died in his sleep. Possibly sleep-apnea. Autopsy is scheduled for tomorrow.
This does however give me another fight at obesity. My brother was 5'9 and probably weighed 325-350. He battled his weight all of his adult life. He was watching me very closely and wanted to look into the band when he got a job with health insurance. He had battled depression brought on my many things. His weight was one of them. He was not married and did not have children. That upset him too. I will miss my only sibling greatly, but I totally understand now that obesity is nothing to mess around with.
Sunday I found out I am going to be a grandma. Wednesday, my mother in law had a mild heart attack, and how this. My parents are on the long drive home. My husband has been better than I could have ever imagined in helping me cope. If I disappear for a little while you will understand why. I may however need to type out some feelings. If that is the case, please bear with me...
|RIP Bill, I love you.|