We buried my brother-in-law today. My sister’s husband. He battled a diagnosis of stage 4 colon cancer for the past three years.
The call came from my grandmother at 4:47am Sunday, January 17. By the end of the day, I was in Massachusetts.
I’m no good at eulogies, and I’m certainly not the best person to give his. Anything I can say comes out wrong. When someone dies, there should be more than platitudes.
He had hope. A lot of hope, for a long while. I don’t know how anyone can conjure up that much hope, and I admire him for that.
He loved my sister. Loved her the way she deserves to be loved.
And my sister has shown so much strength these last few years, and especially in this past week. I am in awe.
I can’t even imagine the hell she is going through. I watched her all throughout the funeral today and the wake yesterday – not looking for the breaks but to be there when she needed me.
This woman is amazing, and I am honored that she is my sister.
Thank you, Justin, for being my brother. Thank you for everything you were and are to my sister. Thank you. And good bye.