Friday, May 4, 2012

...Spoke Too Soon

Just got a call from the hospital.  My brother's backslid.  A lot.  Apparently he keeps waking up with a start and wailing and wailing.  He's begging to get to see me.

I have to go.  Justin and Lyndsay will be driving me.

I keep telling myself it's nothing major.

But I know it is.

This is how it begins.  I can just feel it.

No more hiding.

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