As everyone knows, I come from a family where I was blessed to have 14 brothers and sisters. Now, that was great when we were young. But now that we are ‘more mature’ (that’s a fancy way to say old) we seem to be facing the constant reminders of our mortality more and more often.
I don’t usually take my cell phone into the bedroom with me. I normally get very little sleep each night and I do not need the distraction. Besides, my wife always has hers attached to her hip. But last night, I told my wife that I thought I should keep my phone with me. At 3:35 this morning I received a phone call from my Sister to tell me that my brother had passed away.
Strange, all the things that run through your mind at a time like this.
We are now only 6.