You never know
Saturday, July 13, 2019
I got a call today. My sister asked me if I was home. I was not. Then she asked if my husband was with me and if I was around people. Then the words hit me like a Mac Truck. Kevin is dead. You see, Kevin is my brother. He is 10 years older than me, but he is a runner. He had to sit out the Boston Marathon this year because of a stress fracture in his foot. But dead??? Details were short, but I was sobbing. I had to give my phone to my husband because I couldn't talk, and my sister couldn't understand what I was saying through my sobs.
I have pieced together that he collapsed while running, from reports, it was a "cardiac event." He was doing something he loved, and now he is gone.
I hugged two of my kids, my son in law and two granddaughters especially tight. You never know when someone's time is gone.