Year: 2018

Bring It On

More than 16 years ago now, I stood at my bathroom vanity on the phone and listened as my father explained to me how he didn’t think we were going to get much of a break between the death of my mother – whom we had buried only two weeks prior – and the death of my brother, Robin.  I struggle with writing this now almost as much as I struggled with comprehending the reality of the situation then.  My brother had been diagnosed with cancer about two years before.  He was five years older than me, and had been my hero growing up.  He was Superman.  He was adventurous, athletic, brave, beautiful, and I was pretty sure he could leap tall buildings in a single bound.  It was unthinkable that at just 38 years old he had already found his kryptonite, but it was unbearable to face the loss of both my mother and my brother at the same time. Continue reading Wherever He Leads I’ll Go