Walk through darkness to the light

Once again death has struck our family. Our nephew called last night to tell us the sad news that his father, my wife’s sister’s husband, had died. Although he had cancer he died from an embolism, a blockage of an artery. It might have been a result of a botched surgical procedure that was meant to alleviate his pain but resulted in more pain.

My brother-in-law, as I told my wife’s sister tonight, was one of the most ‘decent’ persons I have ever met. By that I mean he was kind and good to all persons, quick to be generous with his time, money and talent. He was always there when someone needed help.

He grew up in the same little town as my wife did, outside of Boston. My wife knew him since she was ten and started to date her older sister that was in highs school with him at the time. For many years we used to take family vacations on Cape Cod where his grandchildren and our grandchildren got to play and fish in the ocean. We did not always agree on politics but there was no way a person could dislike him.

As with the death of my son I am somewhat numb about this one. As I said many a times in the last year and a half death follows me around and haunts me. I know I cannot accept death as the end so fight it but, at last, must work through death until the light.

About a year ago I was interviewed about the death of my son by a local reporter. I talked some about the stigma that stalked my son, who suffered from a brain disease, a mental illness until he died. Watching the video now on the internet at the site on Imminent Danger I realize how well I have adapted to the sorrow of death in my life. (Just click on the picture of the old white haired fat check guy.)

I told my sister-in-law something I am sure she already knows: Face the darkness of death, do not avoid it, and go through it. In death there is life. Walk though death to life

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