This is the kind of post I never expected, nor wanted, to write again. Another sibling a victim of cancer. When it became apparent how serious Robert’s condition was I was sad, of course. But more than anything I was angry. Angry at the universe. Angry at God. Angry at medical science; why hasn’t cancer been cured yet? A question that cannot be answered. At the memorial my anger was drowned by a wave of grief as I realized how much I would miss him. I wish I could talk with him some more, maybe share a bottle of wine. Just simple things. My wish won’t be granted in this lifetime. I pray that it will be in the next.
