This past Friday morning, my sister's husband passed away. I want to write something beautiful to honor him, but I am completely floored by it.
I only have one sister. I feel completely inept at helping her feel any comfort at all. I'm at a complete loss of what to say to her kids.
I'm angry and stunned at the unfairness of it. He hadn't been seriously sick. He was only 48 years old. His kids are teenagers, one will be graduating from high school in a few months. They both need their dad.
I'm shocked at how quickly life can change in one moment.
I am so touched by the generosity of his family toward my sister. She also has a group of amazing women she's friends with. They've stepped in and covered her in a collective hug. With support of her friends, I know she's going to be okay.
Must pull myself together today after an evening of intermittent crying and napping. This is the third day, and it feels way more painful than it did on Friday. It feels less surreal and more terrible. I hope it doesn't feel the same for my sister and her kids.