I cannot be quiet and still until I have shared that this world lost two good men this week. Monday, I received word that my brother had died. He was one of my best friends, a man who guarded my six (my back, for those not in the military) from the time I was actually six years old.
That was Monday, September 1, and Bill Hamilton, another good man, stood watch, a la Facebook messaging, with me as I waited to hear details, even as Bill was struggling to breathe and would enter Hospice that very night. Bill and I talked in the wee hours of Tuesday-Wednesday – he was awake and for the first time, we spoke by phone. And then, I got word Bill passed away peacefully that very Wednesday, September 3. Two very good men in under 48 hours. I loved both these men and will do posts to honor both soon.
For my brother, Sean, I have had the duty to call and tell his sons, his family, and dozens of his close long time friends of his passing. This has been the hardest of tasks and many times, one of great joy in the stories they shared with me of my brother. But it is a very hard duty to do and it took days – the calls would last between 10 minutes to two hours and most of them the latter. In the midst of this, I hear of Bill’s passing and my heart cried out, “No! Too soon! Not two of them! No!”
Still, it is true. I have had to wait until I could reach as many of Sean’s people and friends as I could before posting so that they did not read of his passing, but heard from someone who loved him dearly and could be there to listen to their outraged grief. It is now my turn to have the luxury of grieving for my brother, Sean, and for my friend, Bill Hamilton.