Four days. In four days, I must conjure words of thought-provoked meaning. A sweet conversation that explained just how important his existence meant to me. My younger brother, my partner in crime, had days, hours to live, and for once in my life, phrases escaped me.
Wow Ann Marie!
You are back and what a story to reenter with. Powerful, painfully vivid for anyone who did the morphine slow-dance with a beloved relative.
For me, you took me back to both parents who we lost to cancer.
Oh, to have just a few more days, even still, to love, honor and thank them.
Tell me if you are willing if it was fiction because you left some clues that it might not be.
Regardless, thanks for creating and sharing this my friend.
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It was loosely based on the passing of my brother who dies from stomach cancer. Thank you for stopping by. On another note, I am hoping to get my groove back now that I am getting to a healthier place myself. I have missed writing.
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