So about that call to my sister-in-law...
Monday morning about 7 a.m. she texted me. The last time she texted me was last November when we were all in STL for dad's third memorial, so I knew something was up. She started with the words "Everything is going to be ok" which is one of the more alarming sentences to read out of the blue.
What was not OK was that my brother went cycling in San Diego (she's there for a conference and he decided to tag along) and got struck by a car coming back from Point Loma. He doesn't remember what happened so details are sketchy, but his helmet was split open and he still had a skull fracture, so it must have been pretty bad. By the time she gave me the news, however, he was about to have his soft collar removed. He texted a picture of himself wearing it while cracking Darth Vader jokes.
If all goes well, they'll fly back Friday. By coincidence, Friday night was when we were scheduled to get together for dinner. That only came about because of a brunch conversation with my cousins on Pride Weekend where I confessed we hadn't seen each other all year and my cousin Rich called us "pathetic".
bunj had actually offered me the 8th and I turned it down for some reason (probably having to do with some dumb boy).
After talking to my SIL and getting a more-or-less complete account of everything from the police investigation to the strings she had to pull at the hospital to get him moved, I called my sister, asked her to fill in our mom, and then called my stepmom. It was only then, after I really knew how close a call it was, that it occurred to me: If things had worked out slightly differently--if he hadn't been wearing his helmet, for instance--Friday might have been my brother's funeral and he'd have died without seeing me for nearly seven months.
I confess, the implications haven't really sunk in yet. Thanks to my role as intermediary (my SIL asked me to phonetree for her yesterday), I'm still compartmentalising somewhat. It probably won't be until I see him finally that it will become real for me how close I came to going from having two brothers in 2019 to having no brothers in 2022.
Most of this year, I've had this vague feeling of having let down my family and good friends in order to go out and drink with bar buddies. My logic is that this is good time to do that, while I'm still in good health and have a sex drive, but of course the underlying assumption that whenever I get tired of this, they'll be around still ready to see me is faulty. My stepmom said at least two or three times, "I miss you". She's in her 70s and diabetic. Nuphy is almost 80 and I still keep putting off getting together with him. Time to do something about that.
Monday morning about 7 a.m. she texted me. The last time she texted me was last November when we were all in STL for dad's third memorial, so I knew something was up. She started with the words "Everything is going to be ok" which is one of the more alarming sentences to read out of the blue.
What was not OK was that my brother went cycling in San Diego (she's there for a conference and he decided to tag along) and got struck by a car coming back from Point Loma. He doesn't remember what happened so details are sketchy, but his helmet was split open and he still had a skull fracture, so it must have been pretty bad. By the time she gave me the news, however, he was about to have his soft collar removed. He texted a picture of himself wearing it while cracking Darth Vader jokes.
If all goes well, they'll fly back Friday. By coincidence, Friday night was when we were scheduled to get together for dinner. That only came about because of a brunch conversation with my cousins on Pride Weekend where I confessed we hadn't seen each other all year and my cousin Rich called us "pathetic".
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After talking to my SIL and getting a more-or-less complete account of everything from the police investigation to the strings she had to pull at the hospital to get him moved, I called my sister, asked her to fill in our mom, and then called my stepmom. It was only then, after I really knew how close a call it was, that it occurred to me: If things had worked out slightly differently--if he hadn't been wearing his helmet, for instance--Friday might have been my brother's funeral and he'd have died without seeing me for nearly seven months.
I confess, the implications haven't really sunk in yet. Thanks to my role as intermediary (my SIL asked me to phonetree for her yesterday), I'm still compartmentalising somewhat. It probably won't be until I see him finally that it will become real for me how close I came to going from having two brothers in 2019 to having no brothers in 2022.
Most of this year, I've had this vague feeling of having let down my family and good friends in order to go out and drink with bar buddies. My logic is that this is good time to do that, while I'm still in good health and have a sex drive, but of course the underlying assumption that whenever I get tired of this, they'll be around still ready to see me is faulty. My stepmom said at least two or three times, "I miss you". She's in her 70s and diabetic. Nuphy is almost 80 and I still keep putting off getting together with him. Time to do something about that.
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