We're never prepared to lose a loved one. Especially in an instant.
My brother's wife died in an automobile accident last night in Maryland. She was alone. Perhaps she was sleepy.
This is what I do when grief strikes me. I write.
Kris is the wife of my only sibling, Victor, since 1983
and the Mother of five good children, ages eight to twenty-four
- late Andrew, little Joey, Annie, Jordan, and Victor, Jr.,
daughter of Irene and Guy,
a friend to everyone,
and a best friend of my late Mom and my Dad.
Kris is also a joyous, new grandmother-to-be.
I can't stop thinking about my brother and his kids, but I also mourn for Irene and Guy and other parents who lose their children. It is not natural. It is not right.
Kris called my daughter last night and they chatted for the first time in a few months - just a few hours before her death.
She is a spiritual, funny, and giving person who sometimes loved and cared too much.
Kris, 1958 - 2008
Kris, we've lived through highs and lows together for a long time. We understood. I know you know I've always loved ya like a sister.
Let Jesus wrap his arms around you.
Hug Mom for me?