The colon cancer which was supposed to kill Dianne's younger brother five years ago, finally did this morning. He was, i think, 69 years old. He leaves two daughters and a son and at least three granddaughters and a grandson. My younger daughter, who has kept in close touch with him, says he was ready to die.
Though Dianne seems to come near me often; she is no longer able to monitor the unfiltered connection between my brain and mouth. If i think it, however inappropriate, i say it. That happened this morning. I have to especially watch my mouth while others are grieving.
Just now finished a long phone talk with Dianne's younger sister who is, like me, a sole surviving sibling. Nice conversation. i think it did us both good..