One of Bren’s main fears was the pain he would be in, in the end stages of his cancer — for good reason.
The phone rang – it took me a minute to find it. It was Charles. He said Margaret had rung to tell him to come home. He was just checking that he really needed to before he booked a plane ticket.
When Andrew calmly and kindly said, ‘Brendan, looking at where we are today, we could be looking at about a month.’ My world crashed around me slowly, millisecond by millisecond,
Not being here for us when we would need him most was his worst nightmare, but I think it bought him peace to know we had people around us to support us when he was gone.
Ours is a story with a cast of hundreds, many will appear in the following pages, some names and places will be changed for different reasons, mostly out of respect for privacy.
A recent writing workshop threw out a challenge – get your 1st draft written. Warning – lots of pages to follow.
For Baden and Tyra –
Who reflect their dads strength and grace every day. Even on our worst of days. This story is yours.
Only one person in our family was diagnosed with cancer. And for him, the burden was the heaviest – the devastation most extreme.
There’s nothing like an upcoming birthday to have you flipping back through times long past, a little wistfully. Today Bali came to mind as I was looking through old photos. Instead of writing about the month that was this month, I’m sharing a memory from the early years. It was 1994, I had celebrated my…
I danced, I laughed, I enjoyed myself with good food, a little wine, great music and wonderful friends.