There was a fall out in the family years ago, and unlike a lot of them, it continues today.  But, I always thought someday it would be taken care of, and never really did anything about it.  It wasn't one of nastiness, but one of a studied avoidance, like, I wasn't available for family get togethers that were always thirty miles away and usually in winter. 

I always thought someday it would be taken care of, maybe the family would realize the road can run west as well as east, and there were no dread diseases in my house. 

The road ran east this morning, and all I can say  is my "baby" sister and I were probably, at one time, as close as two siblings can get.  Driving to a hospice and seeing her looking more like my grandmother than my sister, this is not easy. 

So far, nobody has said how long she has to live, and I don't think she cares anymore.  By the time she had any symptoms, the cancer had progressed too far to treat and she was too weak for either radiation or chemo. 

Life is not just a bitch, it's a dirty, rotten bitch.  Mend your fences while you still can.  I can't mend this one now.

Doric.

The "I" in Doric is Silent.