It'a been so long since I've posted, but January slipped past in a blur of hospitals and sorrow. We lost our brother John on February 2, after a 4-year fight with liver disease.
The weather held mostly clear for us as we traveled back and forth from home to hospital and back, finally bringing him home for a few precious days before we could no longer care for him at home and he was taken to Hospice.
The day he died, we walked out of Hospice into a light dusting of snow. My sister and I looked at each other realizing how lucky we were that we had not had to deal with weather during this and all the other times we have had to take him in for standard or emergency treatment. Even when we were traveling back and forth to Philly, the bad weather always seemed to dance around us, but never gave us a problem.
Friday night, it began to snow in earnest and we woke to 20" on the ground with more to come. This is the scene from our garage door:
It was such a relief to know that there was nothing to worry about and that we could just watch it and enjoy the beauty.
After it stopped snowing, my personal hero, my husband Bob plowed us out and opened the way to the shop.I cleared the snow away from the air vent and made my first beads of the new year.
They should be annealed by now and when I clean them, good or bad, they'll be posted here.
I am the oldest and John was the second oldest in our band of 5 kids. I remember the day he was born. It is hard to believe, after all this time that we never got the happy ending we were hoping for, but life goes on and I know that John would want us to live our lives to the fullest.