When it rains it pours.... Where does that phrase come from?? It is true though. It seems like sometimes a whole bunch of bad things happen all in a row and it does seem to be pouring. We went to the funeral home this morning at 10 for visitation and then had the graveside service at 1:30. After the service we all went to Erik's aunt's house to eat together and visit. While we were warming food, the phone rang. Erik's uncle from Florida, the one battling cancer, had not been able to wake up this morning and his wife had to call 911 and he was taken to the hospital. She was unable to get in touch with any of us because we were all at the funeral. She finally got through and wanted to know whether she should let them put him on life support. They did a cat scan on him and discovered cancer in all organs, especially liver and lungs. No one could help her with the decision, Wanda(Erik's aunt)just told her to remember-at some point the decision to remove life support would also have to be made. We all felt so helpless-here in KY-and all of this going on in Florida,17 hours away. The call came in just a few short hours later that he too had died-on the very day his baby brother had been buried. Erik's dad is the oldest and has lost both his brothers in just a few days. He still has all the business to take care of from Billy's death. My heart is heavy for him. My mom-in-law said someone asked what they could do and he said,"Get me an older brother to do all this stuff instead of me." He and Wanda are stressed to the max. They will take care of business and then it will be really hard for a good long time. They are just too young to be burying their younger siblings. Billy was only 49 and Ted was 60ish.
It is definitely pouring right now in this family.