I am not doing well with anger these days, and anger is, in general, a very uncomfortable feeling for me.
I don’t think any single person could have saved or changed my brother’s life beyond my brother, and I think he needed much more time to do it. We’re late bloomers in my family. Maybe that’s why I enjoy publishing older authors.
So, no one could have saved him.
But my sister-in-law still could have had the balls, to use the very sexist and angry term, to call and tell us he was ill. Instead of waiting until he was on a vent in the hospital and you know he can’t get angry with you, you spill it, because you have enough of a moral compass and a thought to the world outside of yourself that you say, no man, these people have a right to know.
The nicest thing I can do for my brother right now is not talk to her. He wouldn’t want me to be angry at her, and I am, very. I don’t think we could have saved him, but we could have said, “What’s going on? We love you. You’re important to us.” We got to say nothing, and all we can do now is hope he knew.
In your own life, be brave enough to know when to make someone angry. Don’t be a coward.
And so I spend all night waking up and thinking of him, wishing he’d had more time, looking for a sign in the middle of the night.
In any case, enjoy this adorable Top of the Pops video of the CBB, when fashion was really fashion. 😉
It’s the little dumb things that get you through the middle of the night.
