My sister just called. My brother-in-law died this afternoon. Everyone knew he wasn't going to get well, but he was improving and we felt sure he would last another few months. We even planned on forgoing an exciting vacation to visit him again in February.
The good part is that he had a decent ending. He got up to go to the bathroom, collapsed and died almost immediately. He didn't have to go through long months of suffering.
If we fly into the airport close to her, we will be spending more money on airfare than my whole Jamaica trip cost so we are flying into the one 35 miles away.
I hate missing school this time of year, midterms are in a few days. My sister needs me with her and as much as I don't always like her, I love her and need to help her get through this. I wished the kids cared as much as I do about my being away.
Damn those cigarettes.