The past week or so has been an emotional rollercoaster. My darling brother-in-law, Tom, was very sick with pneumonia and complications resulting from it. He was hospitalized for about a week, some of it in the ICU. Things were kind of bad for a while.
When something like that happens, I always think about the last conversation I had with the person before they got sick, recalling whether it was a good one or not. In this case, it was. Tom and I always tease each other about our politics and sports (we're on opposite ends of the spectrum-- Democrats and Republicans, Red Sox and Yankees) and in true big brother fashion, he knows how to push all my buttons-- and does. But it's always with affection and good feeling.
On Sunday when he was still in the hospital, I got to talk to him again, and I told him I love him. No making fun of our differences this time.
Today he came home from the hospital and all my everyday struggles at work and with life in general seem much smaller. I think I said in a post this summer that we all should make a point to tell those in our lives how much we care for them. Tommy, I'm glad you're safe. Now I don't have to fake cheer for the Yankees any more. :)
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